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cancel the sunset, fight off the night
don't grieve for morning, the shadow of light
it's the same wicked day, the same rabid bite
the same echo of screams, the same tunnel without light

it may seem like a new day with a promising night
a chance to start fresh, and this time, do it right
but look closely, you'll see the wires and the lights
and my god, can it be? the pain acts like delight

what the hell's going on? this isn't our fight
someone switched reason for disease like a thief in the night
that's why it's always so painfully bright
and why you can't seem to give up OR put up a fight

what you see is not light, it's the dark painted white
no function, no form...a madman's delight
so what now? simple...just search for The Light
for the tunnel is time and there's no end in sight.

Joshua Howell
Sept, 1999 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 66 [informant] => Jigget [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Plight


Plight
Date: Tuesday, 2nd April 2013 @ 12:54:35 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Jigget
Plight.

cancel the sunset, fight off the night
don't grieve for morning, the shadow of light
it's the same wicked day, the same rabid bite
the same echo of screams, the same tunnel without light

it may seem like a new day with a promising night
a chance to start fresh, and this time, do it right
but look closely, you'll see the wires and the lights
and my god, can it be? the pain acts like delight

what the hell's going on? this isn't our fight
someone switched reason for disease like a thief in the night
that's why it's always so painfully bright
and why you can't seem to give up OR put up a fight

what you see is not light, it's the dark painted white
no function, no form...a madman's delight
so what now? simple...just search for The Light
for the tunnel is time and there's no end in sight.

Joshua Howell
Sept, 1999

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