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Let There Be Light

You keep me in the dark
where wild things live:
beasts of fear,
howling brutes of lust,
and zombies of my past
that refuse to die.

I wish I knew the answers
to the questions
that bruise my heart,
bend my mind,
and whisper taunting words.

But illumination
will not come
from you, my friend.
You create mirages,
not oases.
Instead of refuge,
you offer only dust.

I will leave you to your magic tricks
and seek my salvation.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.

8 comments:

oldegg said...

No questions, he must be dumped right away. Don't even think about it! I can never understand why it sometimes takes so long. Your words certainly bruised today.

February 11, 2013 at 5:34 AM
Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Time to look inside for the answers and freedom. It's pretty darn liberating, once you get past the fear.

February 11, 2013 at 8:55 AM
Berowne said...

How often those oases become mirages...

February 11, 2013 at 12:10 PM
Granny Smith said...

I love the "mirages not oases." You surely have a way with words!2

February 11, 2013 at 4:28 PM
Granny Smith said...

ERVATg 3905

February 11, 2013 at 4:30 PM
Belva Rae Staples said...

Mirages are hard to hold. Get rid of him and fast! Great job using the prompt!

February 11, 2013 at 6:27 PM
keiths ramblings said...

Time to leave methinks. An excellent piece.

February 12, 2013 at 7:53 AM
Alice Audrey said...

But when there's nothing but desert as far as the eye can see, that oasis looks mighty good. Better close your eyes and make a break for it.

February 14, 2013 at 11:00 AM