Through the dark we fear the worst
We want the world so bright
We shroud our minds with foolish thoughts
And are blinded by the light.
Through the light the world is grand
What we want is ours to take
Our lives are what we want it to be
Even if it all is fake.
Within the dark there are the fears
That ache in one's own soul
The fear of death, the fear of hate
The fear we won't be whole.
And darkness brings the honest truth
Some bitter by the taste
We ask who wants to suffer from truth
When a lie's too good to waste.
The light might keep us happy
It might make all seem great
Yet I'd rather be blinded by the dark
For the dark will hold my real fate.
Well, I disagree whit this line: ''Our lives are what we want it to be''! It's not always the way we want it. Who thinks of wars and killings? But there are so many victims. There is definitely determinism in many cases. It's not fake. Man suffers. Life is Bitter in my opinion. Truth! It's a nice word But the world and others do not accept it. People can't bear pure truth. Francis Bacon also said such ideas that naked truth is intolerable in his ''Of Truth''. I think being in darkness and invisible sometimes is much better than being under light and beaten by unimportant things. Antway. I hope my criticism and comment won't bother you. I'd like to know your comments on my poems too. Thanks.
Yet I'd rather be blinded by the dark For the dark will hold my real fate. The theme of the poem summarized here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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