A Poem by hogan

An attempt to describe how good things cannot last, and more


When you wander in open, lush green fields of grass

When shadows, that cannot be cast, are at their shortest

You feel safe as the intensity of cool colours make an easy pass

Towards the horizon, is a forest dark, the shadows you detest


Even though the light you’re immersed in

Bleaches, dries and withers; forbids you to stare

Directly at its radiant, streams that burn your skin

Sometimes you turn upwards to catch a glance, but cannot bear the glare


The comfort does not last, with time the fiery furnace

Descends towards the detested gloom of the forest

The shadows creeping,  long strangling arms close in earnest

Reaching their dark, sucking tentacles , ready to digest


And draw out of me the pleasure of the protective light

The shadows become lost in the encompassing blackness

The day had its bright climax, but has descended to night

Now all that is around me, is hidden, in the darkness

© 2012 hogan

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Take it as you find it!

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Darkness will always overcome the light...great analolgy to forest and shadows and sun...

Posted 10 Years Ago

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10 Years Ago

But the light will return on every day except the last!

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Added on November 5, 2012
Last Updated on November 5, 2012
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blackpool, United Kingdom

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