Untitled – Anonymous

    I lost the light in my eyes: it disappeared
Meshed in a maze of my own creation
Little more was possible
Than shadowy appeasement of his claws.
Like a blade of grass driven between bone and muscle
It hurt to move but hurt more to be silent.
Years passed, and endless repetition
Lent cruel mockery to quiet suffocation.
Countless words have spilt trying to grasp
The power of addiction;
But only those who know it can speak
of the poverty of words dragged before
The abattoir of dreams.
Twenty-two months have passed
Since the craving disappeared,
It was taken from me: I did nothing but ask
A power beyond comprehension.
The light in my eyes is rekindled –
They were taught to see beauty
So acute it’s painful: A perfect world
Could never unfold benediction like this
I am a child of the sun and the stars
Not born to live in darkness and shame.
Countless words have spilt trying to grasp
The quality of freedom;
But only those who know it can speak
of the poverty of words thrown into
The light of our dreams.