THE LIGHT
they switched off
the light
but could not
switch it back on again
or maybe
just refused
leaving the world
nor in state of day
neither that of night
just in that limbo darkness
betwixt and between
where all
their machinations
burgeon and thrive
reducing the value of
all that is
loved, all
that is life
taught
from the cradle to do so
finding this state
of being so
infinitely agreeable
poems 2 die for 