The Light is Going Out

They tell me to look,

But the darkness is too bright,

So I squint my eyes,

And look for a light.

They tell me to hear,

But the silence is too loud,

Though a mirror shines at me,

The light is going out.

They tell me to feel,

But the rawness is too dead,

There’s not much space to think,

For thoughts have filled my head.

They tell me to see,

But they do not tell me how,

The moon though once was bright,

The light is going out.

They tell me to move on,

From what, and to where shall I go?

For the road that will take me

Is but made of snow.

They tell me the sun

At dawn will the sky shroud,

But when the day meets its end,

The light’s still going out.

They tell me it deludes—

The scar that blinds my eyes,

There is but water within

A frozen lake of ice.

They tell me to smile

When life’s sent forth to sprout,

But smile as bright I might

The light is going out.


Copyrighted by Delilah Das