Untitled (No Light)

The dark ain’t where it’s at cuz I can’t even see
All this bulls*** over my eyes ain’t working for me,
It’s been dark all day and it ain’t even night
What you ain’t got no flashlight
You ain’t got no light…
I gotta get outa hell
Lights out on my dreams like I forgot to pay the bill.
I’m on an empty train
Just me and my hope.
I can’t win for losing trying to find ways to cope.
I’m on the last train, all the lighted ones left, and if I don’t jump off this train…
I’ma crash into death

2 Comments

  1. Linda on December 1, 2011 at 11:51 PM

    This poem rocked me emotionally, yet I feel challenged to try and put into words what I like, what I experienced so deeply. Certainly the metaphor of the train, the absence of light, the feeling that destiny has us locked onto a track of demise if we don’t jump off soon… and that jump a risk unto itself… all tap into universal suffering, the isolation of a life lost. Keep giving your heart voice, your truth the light of day. May your dreams be illuminated once again.

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  2. Michael on December 7, 2011 at 1:26 PM

    Great job you really put you heart into this one keep up the good work.

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