light always amazes
me in the dark,
like a firefly that is lost
in the night
it flickers to the view
of my tired eyes
and relaxes me a bit,
like a lighter of a cigarette
in the dark alley of
the slums,
the light that gives me the much needed smoke
to allay some fears
of our
series of deaths,
to appease these
internal wars
unseen by the eyes of
fading humanity
it is the same light that is promised
us
'at the end of the tunnel'
when in the middle of this lost-ness
we have nothing to drink and eat
and no one to talk to
when we see not even the shadow of a bat
of a leaf
because it is too dark and damp
and damn
dead silent,
when i think that it is only i that exist
and no one else
when in the extreme coldness of the silence
like the tip of a metallic knife
one can only remember
abandonment and
betrayal
and killing of one's own brother
kin and
friend and child
every bad thing has always been possible
they all happened and they can never leave you again
they are the tattoos of your
soul
it is only light that can comfort you
and it is very faraway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow a fantastic poem, a mix of fear power and emotion Really like this. One of my poems called Sleep Safe, Talks about light and dark.