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My Mortal


You, the bright light upfront

That of which teaches appreciation

You, the looming darkness

Whom swallows everything, anytime

You, ever close by at all times

But never clearly there, masked by ignorance

You, a friend to those suffering excruciating pain

But their enemy for being the cause

You, a friend to those who have never witnessed your power

But their enemy for bewitching them with your spells of knowledge

There is no bargaining with you

When one loses you,

They cannot have you back

My great teacher,

I’ve come to know of your dominating existence

I coware at the thought of you

I have shed precious tears because you

Yet, you give meaning to me

Every wink I make

Every breath I take

I realize now that you are the reason

The reason that I awake each passing day

Every year I come to know you more

Every year I know I will meet you eventually

But, you, my forever teacher

Give me lessons no other could ever teach

My mortal

 
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