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Transiently Enlightening

Updated on June 27, 2012

My eyes opened again from darkness to light.

I seem to be searching for my good.

He lives alone missing.

He doesn't know I've been searching.

My other side found me.

I can't seem to shake him.

He is alone with me.

He doesn't know I've been planning to leave.

My eyes are closing again from light to darkness.

My eyes open again from darkness to light...

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      LeaghJanell 5 years ago from Fairfield, Iowa

      Powerful photo- a straightjacket! Wow!Great illustration of your poem.

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      Sid Kemp 5 years ago from Boca Raton, Florida (near Miami and Palm Beach)

      With my eyes open, I see into the darkness

      With my eyes closed, I feel the light

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      Debby Bruck 5 years ago

      Had to vote awesome beautiful for this particular poem of our lives. We wake we sleep we wake we sleep. The eyes have it. Blessings, Debby

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      cruelkindness 5 years ago from an angle view.

      Not forgotten if remembered.

      Sometime remember to forget.

      Oh the bliss of life.

      Cruelkindness

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      iamaudraleigh 5 years ago

      I forgot to welcome you to hub pages before...hi!

      Your poem is intriguing. You are a very talented writer. I was truly captivated!

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      Martha Bowman 5 years ago from presently St Augustine, FL

      You are good. This is why I try to stay in the twilight , where the light and dark (good and bad) meet and I can accept them both in me; so to speak

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      Jessee R 5 years ago from Gurgaon, India

      This happens... sometimes you do not understand whether what your are doing or planning is right or wrong.. then chaos erupts in the mind

      Nicely done!

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      Hubert Williams 5 years ago

      Many things change from darkness to light.

      Waiting again 'til our love splits the night. Thank you for sharing.

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      Irob 5 years ago from St. Charles

      Wow, kind of hits you over the head

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      LeaghJanell 5 years ago from Fairfield, Iowa

      Yes, Thanks for the explanation, Cruelkindness. Subject matter like that can keep one writing poetry for a lifetime!Wonderful work.

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      Ireno Alcala 5 years ago from Bicol, Philippines

      It's a fight between your Cain and Abel personas. It happens to me, too.

      Thanks for sharing!!!

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      Thomas Silvia 5 years ago from Massachusetts

      A very beautifully written poem,i like how this very short poem can say so much !

      Vote up and more !!!

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      Deborah Brooks Langford 5 years ago from Brownsville,TX

      wonderful job.. welcome to hub pages.. Nice to meet you and thanks for the follow.

      love your poem

      debbie

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      IAmForbidden 5 years ago from Neverland - where children never grow up.

      Very well written. Voted UP.

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 5 years ago from Reno NV

      Thank you. Jamie

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      cruelkindness 5 years ago from an angle view.

      Its about that feeling that someone has in them of wanting to do good or telling themselves that they are a good person. But their in denial of their bad side like being selfish,hurtful, jealous,angry etc. They repeat this insanity every day.

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      LeaghJanell 5 years ago from Fairfield, Iowa

      It seems to me that I should understand what this poem is saying because I like the way it flows and how the words are used for their own sake. I believe I hear sincerity and a gentle yearning,like a candle in a darkened room.

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