• thepoetichouse 5w

    I put up my hands
    In hopes to shield them.
    Or maybe as a sign of surrender.
    But it kept fighting
    Like a ruthless warrior.
    And made me go paralyzed
    Like a deer caught in headlights.
    How I had waited for this,
    Arrival of light and bliss.
    But I was pushed back into the shadows.
    Taken to be one of the ghosts,
    Lurking in the dark.
    I never tried to set myself apart.
    Until it was too late.
    I stayed in the dark
    For an extent too great.
    That when the escape finally arrived,
    I lost my sight
    To the light.