The Light

The Light short poem

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come and hold, my heart shouted
but someone held my hand behind.
words gushed out of my mind…
let me go…i yelled..
but no mercy was shown
rather was i held hard.
i tried to escape, but all in vain.
meanwhile in the fathoms of my heart,
parody played in utmost stance.
parody of not going out, looking for it..
rather reaching inside and recreating,
what i think..
because i am light
i can’t loose it…
lighting up my soul…
darkness outside disappeared,
the howling and growling zombies perished somewhere.
leaving me behind with power,
to be the Knight of shining armour
for othet souls in darkness.

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