The Apple Of My Heart Poem by Boston Kelley

Wandering through the dark wood,
I cannot see what surrounds me.
Near pitch-black darkness covers my
eyes and growls and grunts pound inside
my ear.
Suddenly, a bright light appears, and my
once-darkened eyes see clear as day.
The wood's haunting sounds become gentle
and serene.
In the light, I see the beloved of my heart.
She is the one I long for, who my love for is
unexplainable.
Her hand reaches out to me, urging me to
share in the light.
My hands reach back eagerly, but shrink away
when they get near hers.
I remember the darkness and haunting sounds
as the remembrance of it seems to fill me with
comfort.
Her light illuminates my mind, breaking through
what the woods had blinded to in my consciousness
as well.
It reveals further how I admire her, yet I fight the
revelation.
I try to restore my pitch-black veiled eyes, but the
light is too bright.
What shall I do?
The truth will set me free, but captivity seems to offer
many promises.