Blinded By The Light
Candle lit like war time window
No reason to burn
Not an emotion to flip
Yet still played in turn
Who's up and who's out
Not close to a race
Unless unshackled
The dice and hand need not a purpose
Only under circumstance is shown face
Only under a dream does feet chase
Free of thought for poor enough
Humble in theory for the time is rich
Another picture purchased by sight
Clearly seen blue sky with sun light
Hours from now engulfed by black
Neither enriched nor of lack
Conditions become rough
Or concentration is not this place
A good stair for a moment
Blank is the darkness
Wick gets lit
Shadows appear around the candle
An awareness
They want to be seen.
Thank you for reading my poem, now if you would please respond with your opinion, emotion, or thoughts that would be much appreciated
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