What Darkness Stole
Deep
inside
my pocket
Where
orphaned thoughts
call home
I find
a voice
abandoned
Disheartened
and
alone
I take it
in my
fingers
To warm
within
my hand
A treasured
find
when free reminds
Just who
and what
I am
“We trip
the light
fantastic”
Much better
than
before
Reclaiming
what
the darkness stole
And
hid away
— abjured
(Inspired By Milton’s L’Allegro: October, 2025)
“Come, and trip it as ye go
On the light fantastic toe,
And in thy right hand lead with thee,
The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty;”
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Personal discovery grounded in abstract philosophical reclamation of self and freedom.
Multiple layered ideas: abandonment, retrieval, transformation, liberation across compressed lines.
Begins despondent but shifts toward hopeful reclamation and empowerment by end.
Active verbs (trip, find, take, warm, reclaim) drive kinetic momentum despite introspection.
Approximately 12-14 lines of primary poem; falls in 7-15 range.
Rich metaphors (pocket as refuge, voice as treasure, darkness as thief), allusion to Milton.
Pure lyric internal monologue; introspective voice examining personal consciousness and emotion.
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