Dim light

Think of those times when the day wasn't day or night. The light was weird, and so where you... no where to fit perhaps?

In the light of an eclipse,

something from a while ago

the shine of twilight on my brow

an excellent sort, totally confused

softly abused, gradually...

Down, down, down...

I'm sinking, down now

and the dim light is still blinding me

No where to go, I'm lost in the shade

crossed this path in the maze

and now cold to the touch.

My face is so blue.

Oh yeah.

Reviews

[nostal]

The last line was awesome!
I think this poem is about being lost in the world or not understanding the way of things that happen. I might be wrong (i bet i am).
Great job.