Self Reflection

Self Reflection short poem

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O light, where liveth thee?
O light, darkness kills me.
O light, will you ever come?
O light, you only seek some.

O light, why does dark haunt me in your presence?
O light, go away, you have no essence.
O light, I don’t want to talk.
O light, Thou daren’t stalk.

O light, your child is gone.
O light, it’s your time to mourn.
O light, I have joined the black.
O light, Never expect me to be back.

Stop son, for thou shall live.
Stop son, for the life I give.
Stop son, for my angel shall reach.
Stop son, for the good it will teach.

O light, could you shut up?
O light, with dark, I have a sup.
O light, I have left your way.
O light, Not a word you say.

Stop son, I will show the way.
Stop son, at once I say.
Stop son, for I find those who seek.
Stop son, you yourself are weak.
Stop son, you have to open your eyes.
Stop son, only then I could make you wise.
For it is in our hands, to select.
It is purely, ours and our defect.

O light, I am sorry for thee.
I’ll try to be the better me.
For nobody is forsaken, nobody alone.
It is upto us, the hearts we own.

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