Lights On, Lights Out

A poem of telling yourself it's not your fault.

Lights out, lights on. Can’t see from the room beyond. The needles on the floor make it hard to walk and the ones on the wall will never let me lean at all. So I open up the possibilities that maybe I just wasn’t cut for this. And you can’t really blame me. Beyond the aspirations and even forgetting my resolutions, there is portrait living inside me. That’s where all details are, I’m drowning in the color. But making me admit would make me fall over. I’m stumbling in this silence, because it’s not who I am. You could have left me alone so I guess you won’t understand.

Reviews

[Riddhi]

As in your other writings , you bring the entire picture alive in your this writing too...You are indeed a good writer..
Well done..

[splattercore]

Wow, thank you so much for all your kind words and reviews. I really didn't know what to say. It really does feel amazing to know there are like-minded people out there. People who understand. Again, thanks.

[Riddhi]

Welcome..But actually I feel that I should say you thank you , for I can read your wonderful writings...I am truly being honest , you are indeed great as a writer...

[That one kid]

I honestly really like this one. I can relate in so many ways. I feel like in this one how so many suffer in the dark and how its hard to reach out for help. I wish i could say more but i dont quite understand how to put thoughts on this into sensible sentences. Over all, i really enjoy this!