Dark, Pretty Things

The world was not meant

To gaze upon such light

Darkness prevails throughout the night

If meant, there’d be more stars

More pieces and parts

To make our eyes view shapes

There’d be less creatures, sounds

Howling at the moon

Less nightly, dark things

More sunshine, light from within

If the world was meant

To gaze upon such light

There’d be no fear

Of those dark, desperate things

But no passion, desire

Nothing to motivate the light

To work, adjust, conquer

But sometimes, unseen

Unknown, is the beauty

In those forgotten places

Pieces of the darkness left behind

To show the world how grand

Such mystery, vastness contained

Within dark, pretty things.

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I used to write poetry a lot when I was younger - to help deal with my SAD (yes, it's a real thing - don't believe me?  Try living in cold weather where it's dark, snowy and rainy for 6 months out of the year and you'll understand).  I've since decided that my poetry isn't really worth sniffing about - but hey, attempts are attempts are attempts, and maybe someone would like it - out there, in the darkly lit places.  :)