Discussion in 'Poetry' started by LordHelmet, Feb 18, 2009.

  1. LordHelmet

    LordHelmet Member

    The lights they burn and don't grow dim
    At least for now while I see them
    Someday they'll die like everything else
    Then be replaced from a storage shelf
    Burning bright again with glorious rays
    There then for someone else's gaze
    And so my soul, the dimming bulb
    Replace it now before everything falls
    To eternity and beyond it seems
    Reality will end and be replaced with dreams
    Until that day life will struggle
    With lapses of relief and occasional snuggles
    Shinings of light from fresh bulbs off the shelf
    And those who burn their own light loving themselves

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