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Three Black Lights

Updated on October 17, 2012

The road is covered with the past of others
Crushed beneath the weight of my intrusion
The light has given me three choices
And they are all black confusing my direction

The wind blew open the eyes of a decaying man
His eyes rolled colored white and I became involved
I wondered if his soul was talking to him or me
Now he’s gone and the mystery remains unsolved

It’s been twenty years since I was my true self
And my friend who knew that person is gone
I tried to be a grown man in someone else’s world
While the lonely fisherman’s sunrise wept at dawn

In the dark reflection of light that does not exist
I can feel your breath begging me to look your way
And during the moment that I try another way of living
My true self whispers, "You know I won’t let you stay"


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      Mark Lecuona 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @coffeegginmyrice - thank you for thoughtful comment. Your interpretation is as good as my original intent. Sometimes it's best to leave it alone and see where it takes you. But it is about trying to find your true self...

      @whonunuwho - Thank you. Yes there is remorse and if there is hope it is that my true self is asserting itself which is the best way...

      @christin53 - Thank you. I'm pleased with the things you say.

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      Ann-Christin 5 years ago from UK

      This is one of those few poems that I can keep reading over and over. It is very well expressed and flows beautifully.

      Voted up and sharing.

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      whonunuwho 5 years ago from United States

      I see remorse in this work and yet there is a hope. A heartfelt sharing of days gone by and that by your own choice you will decide your future days to come. A nice reflective work of the inner self.

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      Marites Mabugat-Simbajon 5 years ago from Toronto, Ontario

      Man may have his dark moment and it never will go away, but if man would have choices to face- to keep 'those' haunting memories kept in the dark or allow a streak of light to pass through his dark side. To choose the latter will be a breath of relief. The 'black lights' will turn faint and dull and bright colour lights will take over.

      Our true self helps us make better decisions and uniquely molds our personality and way of living.

      This is how I interpret your poem. :) You poem is well deeply written and interesting. Cheers!