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Gone

October 9, 2019
By Alyssa-Strike BRONZE, Racine, Wisconsin
Alyssa-Strike BRONZE, Racine, Wisconsin
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How can one be so, so strong

When I am so, so weak

Why must I wait so very long

To learn to truly speak


I am vastly forgiving

But forget I will never quite

For I am still something living

And I need to be guided by light


But sometimes a shadow covers the sun

And the light inside flickers out

That’s when the dark knows its work is done

For from the sun, light will no longer spout


A world that was once so bright and colored

Is now so dark and gray

The light has been solemnly blurred

And gloomy the world shall stay


The light is now nearly forgotten

Everyone’s adjusted to dark

All the colors, they felt like cotton

Compared to shadow, the difference is stark


Gone from the world is the beauty

Gone from the world is the light

Gone from the world is the ecstasy

And gone with that joy is the fight


The author's comments:

This is a poem I wrote because, well, why not? I needed to write something, so I did. That's really all.


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