Cold Light

Shadowed grief alleviates
acidity flowing through my veins,
clear eyed understanding gives way,
to the finer, sadder shades of meaning.
The light I left behind me,
grows dimmer every day, but I take comfort.
It's cold.
It's like how I never knew,
how much the moon really lit my way,
until it finally set,
I fell in love with you the moment you said,
I have to walk away.
Maybe it's because I want what I can't have,
but somehow somehow, I don't think.
By the power of my soul I swear,
I will end this pain.

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