The light bulb is blinking,
trying so hard seems like it's suffocating,
to serve its purpose of life.
The bulb still emits light
but the brightness has dimmed.
I imagine it to be very shining before,
to illuminate the black room,
provide sight to the able,
share the laughter that echo,
simply to give joy to the livings.
For how long it could not care,
and the light bulb stopped functioning properly,
only the gloomy shadows to keep company.
Of course it can be brought back to the former life,
When will that be, who knows?
trying so hard seems like it's suffocating,
to serve its purpose of life.
The bulb still emits light
but the brightness has dimmed.
I imagine it to be very shining before,
to illuminate the black room,
provide sight to the able,
share the laughter that echo,
simply to give joy to the livings.
For how long it could not care,
and the light bulb stopped functioning properly,
only the gloomy shadows to keep company.
Of course it can be brought back to the former life,
When will that be, who knows?
For someone to give back its pride.
Nice one :)
ReplyDeleteThe sky once filled with stars,
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Our heart feel so clear,
With the beauty out of here.
But as time goes on,
One by one disappear,
Leaving only the moon here,
The blinking sky is no longer real,
A sheet of darkness is all that appear,
Accompany the lonely moon.
But no one can live alone,
Maybe the time will come,
When the moon leave the sky,
When the beauty totally disappear,
leaving the blinking bulb,
To light the dark night of today world
When that day come,
Can we make the sky blink again?
Can we give back her pride?
Maybe we can, maybe we don't.
let just pray,
For that day not to come.....
thanks H for your poem.:)
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