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.