The Light Half Past Twelve
The light that glows only half past twelve keeps me going
My breath dwindles in blinking weakness, this glimmer is my savior
After a day of slamming fists and sulking heads from everyone including myself
And after a night of escaping reality, I crash into earth
But the world seems brighter half past twelve, when my angel illuminates the room
Until all is forgotten in this broken world, I wake up to the same story
Unfortunately, there's no escaping it because my life is the endless story
I run and I run, day after day, where am I going?
Nowhere. Because I'm running in my mind as I sit in my room
Until the light half past twelve soothes every sore in my body. How do I repay this savior?
I can't, I know. But if I could leave this earth
And find the light half past twelve, I could take it for myself
I don't mean to sound greedy, I wouldn't keep it to myself
I would expose my story
To the one's like me who would want to be anywhere but here, on this earth
I would share it with others who don't want to keep going
And the light half past twelve would become more than just my savior
And I could do more than just sit in my room
But for now, I'll light up my joint and sit in my room
Keeping everything inside and all to myself
Letting the light half past twelve be my savior
No one will know my story
No one will remember my name, everyone's lives keep going
While I search and search for the light to keep me on this earth
I get so high I'm no longer on planet earth
Wondering why I ever leave my room
My thoughts cloak my body in darkness, can I keep going?
It's half past twelve and there's no light, I pray to myself
Thinking maybe it's late, but maybe it's the end of my story
As the clock strikes one I see a light, but it's not my savior
Where is the light? Where is my light? Where is my savior?
But I know my light isn't coming, it's time to leave this earth
No one will know my story
I can't say goodbye, they'll just find me in my room
I don't mean to sound greedy, I wouldn't keep it to myself
I would expose my story
To the one's like me who would want to be anywhere but here, on this earth
I would share it with others who don't want to keep going
And the light half past twelve would become more than just my savior
And I could do more than just sit in my room
But for now, I'll light up my joint and sit in my room
Keeping everything inside and all to myself
Letting the light half past twelve be my savior
No one will know my story
No one will remember my name, everyone's lives keep going
While I search and search for the light to keep me on this earth
I get so high I'm no longer on planet earth
Wondering why I ever leave my room
My thoughts cloak my body in darkness, can I keep going?
It's half past twelve and there's no light, I pray to myself
Thinking maybe it's late, but maybe it's the end of my story
As the clock strikes one I see a light, but it's not my savior
Where is the light? Where is my light? Where is my savior?
But I know my light isn't coming, it's time to leave this earth
No one will know my story
I can't say goodbye, they'll just find me in my room
I don't know if they'll care, it's always been me and myself
Finally I can rest, I don't need to keep going
I take one last look at myself and around my room
I hope the one's like me find their savior and keep going
Neither story or name will be known, but on earth we remain the same
Finally I can rest, I don't need to keep going
I take one last look at myself and around my room
I hope the one's like me find their savior and keep going
Neither story or name will be known, but on earth we remain the same
I really just wanted to give this style of poetry a try. I don't know how I feel about it so please let me know honest opinions!
ReplyDeletethe title of this poem suggests that something beyond physical darkness controls your life. what is most unexpected, though, is the use and personification of the "light" in your personal inferno dealing with depression, and suicide, and even getting high so much that you "leave planet earth". the wording you use is tense, and intense; the reader becomes subsumed by the darkness you're describing, which comes together so well with the light house in a dark and torturous way. this poem is very beautifully dark and i love how you wrote this out. i think the idea is very very creative.
ReplyDeleteHi Yael I am so shook by this poem and your ability to show emotions in such a unique way. Just as Rina said your metaphor of light really shows the many ways words can be used. The topics you touch on and share your personal insight on are broad topics that need carful consideration. The way you write seems to remind everyone that their not alone in their emotions. Your closing line supports this sensitive take even more as you say "but on earth we all remain the same" showing that all humans in the world are equal beings. This poem is truly a work of art and you did such a great job.
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