Sorry, been getting lots of inspirations for poems. Also, sorry for it being in the dead of the night to you guys, I am in Las Vegas and it's only 9.
I was born in darkness
Yet I could still hear
I could still smell
I could still taste
I could still feel
Apparently all life was like this
Like a last meal
My parents would tell me
Wonderful stories of something called light
It would bring colors to the darkest of nights
I have dreamed of one day seeing this light
Though I will probably never see it, in all my might
They told me once
That the tiniest light shines in the darkest shadows
So, I wonder, where is my light?
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Thanks Taylor! I loved reading your poem and poems for that matter, but especially appreciated the imagery of light and darkness in this poem. It makes the reader think, and it's something we can all relate to. Keep up the good work.
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