According to my PoemHunter account, I wrote this poem in 2007. Jeez, I guess I wasn't that happy a kid, eh?
When did it all go dark?
The light left no mark
As it fled from under the arc,
When did the lights go off?
When did the atmosphere stop living?
When did God stop giving?
When did the joyous maiden cease singing?
When did the lights go off?
When did the angel leave me alone?
Why did the angel leave me to moan
And with a dying soul, my mind to groan?
When did the lights go off?
When did pleasure fly away?
When did Night replace Day?
What made even Atheists pray?
When did the lights go off?
They went out in your case, in mine they just didn't when I wondered
ReplyDeleteDo these lights ever go out?
It was your this very title at poemhunter out of the 13 that prompted me here, for the second time (involuntarily). And, it was worth it.
But it seems I was only troubled a bit, you seemed to have given in to despair.
And Amour, that means love, right. I like it too.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
I give into despair just as easily as I let it go. It's a part of learning it is, this random flow of emotions in one's life. I hope to get control of it soon. I think I'm managing.
ReplyDeleteOh and, I absolutely loved the poem. I've written a similar one that I haven't posted yet, like 33 others.
Amour is Love, indeed.
:)