Wave hello, goodbye
Goodnight, I disappear. Locked
Away or banished. Fallen
Aside or driven. Far away
Or into the walls. Light
like gazelle racing into the
darkness of some unknown well.
There sits water. A prism or prison?
Once rain now a reflecting pool where I
Call Home.
(Writing Workshop)
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A lot of people view light as a good thing. I feel like you gave it an evil twist here. Or maybe just a little creepy/sad.
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