Guiding Light Poem by Saltedpeanut Blank

Industrial loop four miles, four miles to go
each mile he hates more than the next
he can feel the night sky fill the void
the stars only half as bright as before

Each mile taking him further
each mile widens the void in his chest
as if his breath is drawn away

Intoxicated by the angelic soul
his vision more and more blurred
for with each the void grows

With each distance grows,
distance from his guiding light
all the while darkness envelopes him

How sweet such is his fate
sweet for he has found his light
the light few can find
sweet for he now knows true distraught