Holding The Lamp

anxious face
the lines are bold
like some veins
about to burst
like a bomb timed
at ten tonight

the flash light
roams around the
darkness
a roomful of darkness
wanting to point
out the truth

the truth is in my heart
in the darkness of
my heart
your flashlight gets
nothing
the view is holographic
mirages and shadows
ghosts and
souls

you are a failure again
i turn off the light
now see me again
in this darkness
this is my truth
this is my life
this is the only light i have
the dark room
a roomful of blackness
inside my heart
inside my soul.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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