The Robbery

I've been robbed.

Robbed of all sources of light-

Robbed of the light of feelings of worthiness

robbed of the lights of dance 

and laughter

robbed of the drive to seek out more lights-

 

for everytime I muster the courage to speak, my voice is muffled by the noise. 

That unrelenting noise.

The voices of the sirens alluring me back into the deep sea.

Their words carry unfathomable power

so I obey,

following them down the dimly lit path

back into the uncomfortable comfot of the dark.

hoping that the voices will finally cease,

hoping that the emptiness and the pain will be 

replaced by light;

hoping it will all come to a quiet end 

for I have finally found the way out!

This poem is about: 
Me
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