Light.
The light of heaven,
So bright, so bright,
Follow the light.
But it blinds,
So bright it blinds.
Dark.
The dark of hell,
So dark, so dark,
Drawn to the dark.
But it scares,
So dark it scares.
Make the choice,
Of which, you choose.
Dark or light,
To which abuse?
Make your choice,
Of what, to loose?
Blood and lust?
Or peace, and love?
Do you care?
Vacant stare.
Joyless smile,
In denial?
I choose the latter.
But honestly, does it matter?
I see no difference,
Light and dark.
Are they both, the same?
No joy. No shame.
But darkness falls and covers the sky,
Night sets in, beautiful, and shy.
*Sleepy Simpleton*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem