Searching for
Inspiration
Searching
for inspiration in the outer world,
I found out
what I already knew, and soon forgot—
My heart dwells
in Darkness, where it belongs.
Radiant
light sears the corners of my inner side.
Brightness
is always appealing —and misleading, no doubt.
For as much
as they long to live in the sunlight,
Dark souls
are not meant to bathe in the sun.
Otherwise,
they'll burn, burn, burn out.
Blinded and
sun-bled, I finally recovered what I had long lost—
My shelter
of obscurity, oh my dearest dark, dark core.
