• thepoetichouse 6w

    I sit inside a room,
    Pitch black with gloom.
    My vision is all black.
    The only white is the flag
    Raised by my eyes.
    I'm doomed to live in twilight.
    Moments pass
    Or centuries last.
    In time, I no longer see.
    Forfeited to this dream.
    Until I'm shaken to life,
    By long overdue
    Streams of light.
    Finally here,
    To fight off the dreary night.
    But it felt like fire to my eyes,
    Scorched by it as if incised.