I cannot seem to find a
place
In which I can belong
I cannot seem to escape
this maze
A repeating loop of a
mournful song
I search for the light
An embered coal appears
Emitting its pitch black
pulse
It’s glow is soft
Like a fiery opal
Yet it’s warming heat
Implores you not to
touch
I search for the light
A darkened tunnel
appears
An inkness from ceiling
to floor
A pinpointed star
Seems light years away
It’s promising shine
Never getting closer
I search for the light
A fragile flame appears
A dancing and elegant
flicker
It’s somber swirl bows
to the air
Bending to wind or
whisper
It’s gentle waltz dips
It’s beauty extinguished
I search for the light
A solitary bulb hangs
down
The cracking of
electricity
Its fluorescent man made
sun
The snap and pop of the
yellowed orb
Swinging in triumphant
arcs
Blackens out the room
I cannot seem to find a
place
In which I can belong
I cannot seem to escape
this maze
A repeating loop of a
mournful song
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