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A part of the shadows,
I hide.
I ignite candles here and there,
But they never last long enough,
Unfortunately.

For the shadows reveal all—
I observe,
I fear.
I choose to sit in the dark,
Not willingly.

One day,
A candle lights itself,
Shining brighter than any candle I’ve lit.
Yet I can’t get close;
My brown eyes burn.

One day, it dims.
It shines clearer;
It doesn’t burn.
A lovely, imperfect light—
It’s a dream.

I wake up sitting in the dark,
No candles in sight,
Just the cold void.

How did this poem make you feel? What’s your interpretation of it if possible?

Thank you for reading!!!

A black sheep from birth
regardless of blood
Written in time
Conjured from fear

Yet I prevail the given path
I see past the hatred and malevolence
Wounded from birth
I carry a weight on my shoulders
beautiful souls
Ruined by the world

Alone beyond the wall
not by choice but by fear
Someone will appear?
Why me?

How does this poem make you feel? And what’s your interpretation of it?

Thank you for reading!!

A black sheep from birth
regardless of blood
Written in time
Conjured from fear

Yet I prevail the given path
I see past the hatred and malevolence
Wounded from birth
I carry a weight on my shoulders
beautiful souls
Ruined by the world

Alone beyond the wall
not by choice but by fear
Someone will appear?
Why me?

A part of the shadows,
I observe, I learn, I fear, I hide.
All around me, burned candles
That never last,
Unfortunately.

For the shadows reveal all:
Deception, Intention, Boredom—
The true light.
I choose to sit in the dark,
Not willingly.

One day,
A candle lights itself in front of me,
Shining brightly.
I dance with it, only at a distance;
Too bright, my eyes burn—
My chameleon eyes.

One day, it dims.
It shines clearer; it doesn’t burn.
I touch it and feel its warmth.
Lovely light,
Imperfection at its finest.

I wake up freezing in the void,
With no candle in sight.