A guiding light
It flickers and withers...
Grows dimmer, with each added splinter...
That guiding light, the end all be all point to life.
This idea of doing right, and life rewards fuel to our light.....
Day turns to night, were supposed to keep focused on that guiding light....
What if someone's light started off much too bright, began to dim as life began to fight.... To many afflictions, a life of many cruel contradictions....
Day and night continue their fight....
Started to dim over the years, its so much harder to find my guiding light.
This poem is about:
Me