The lantern flickers.
And burns out when seen.
Lost hope unchanged,
Beckons me.
Through the door frame,
Waiting for something.
Hoping for meaning,
But finding nothing.
The lantern is there
But not in plain sight.
Looking harder and harder
I find no light.
A black hole of emptiness
Going unseen.
Unfathomable imagery
Surrounding me.
The simple door behind,
Meaning very little
Leading to the past,
To an open riddle.
Expectations and desires
That so easily vanish.
If you lose it in sight
Everything will banish.
To go back to before
When everything was easy,
I take a step forward
And start to feel queasy.
The turning of the knob
Is the temptation of going back,
But I cannot find it,
Everything is black.
The light begins to glow,
Once again light appears,
For the lantern full of hope
Won’t disappear.
Author Bio:
I am an 18-year-old living in Papillion, NE and have just graduated high school. Writing poetry sets me free because what I write has no boundaries. It is based on how I felt during the day or the experiences I have encountered. I translate others perceptions of the word through my own eyes, for I believe that anything can be relevant and applied to my own life.
And burns out when seen.
Lost hope unchanged,
Beckons me.
Through the door frame,
Waiting for something.
Hoping for meaning,
But finding nothing.
The lantern is there
But not in plain sight.
Looking harder and harder
I find no light.
A black hole of emptiness
Going unseen.
Unfathomable imagery
Surrounding me.
The simple door behind,
Meaning very little
Leading to the past,
To an open riddle.
Expectations and desires
That so easily vanish.
If you lose it in sight
Everything will banish.
To go back to before
When everything was easy,
I take a step forward
And start to feel queasy.
The turning of the knob
Is the temptation of going back,
But I cannot find it,
Everything is black.
The light begins to glow,
Once again light appears,
For the lantern full of hope
Won’t disappear.
Author Bio:
I am an 18-year-old living in Papillion, NE and have just graduated high school. Writing poetry sets me free because what I write has no boundaries. It is based on how I felt during the day or the experiences I have encountered. I translate others perceptions of the word through my own eyes, for I believe that anything can be relevant and applied to my own life.
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