5.24.18
//Inspiration at the bottom//
Hitherto bright-eyes bright mind bright smile
Withers to depressed, deflated, dulled
when the greatest loss of all—
empathy—
spirals down, falls
it may find
itself
Dark, Desolate, Desperate
lost.
But that's why the brightest lights
burn the briefest
to assess the need
to assert oneself
to assist another
Not for fear nor rage can resolve shine
its times when things are darkest
that lights must burn the brightest
Guiding the way home,
Glimpsing a brighter future,
Gliding the wounded forward.
Some burn far too bright
the brilliance is a miracle for all present
but
the wick shrivelled
the wax melted
the star extinguished
such is the sacrifice
of greater souls.
Who are we to allow it
Who are we to let ourselves give,
When there are a million people burning for others
and a million more fighting for the warmth
Stand, now,
One can never know any truth
Aside from what is within.
Keep oneself resolute
One will be a beacon,
A waypoint,
A milestone
For oneself and for future others
If all burn bright,
not with heat,
They may find the dark cowl
—shrouded around all of us—
cast.
perhaps,
the night is truly day.
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Inspiration: By not caring, nothing can be accomplished, but that doesn't mean we're lost causes. We just need to open our eyes to the possibilities that lie outside of the afflicting shadow. And of course, find a reason to care again.
Inspiration Changed: Halfway through the tone switches from being defeated and requiring aid to standing up for oneself, standing strong for others around you. I think I will save a hateful theme for a hateful poem, but this poorly written basic poem essentially illuminates my philosophy.
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