Feeble Light Poem by Kristeta von Popper

I clung to his body last night
Pretending this moment would endure
Knowing it would not

I left his side at dawn
His back turned to me on the bed
He did not move toward me

I resisted the cold light
Feeble in clinging to the illusion
The voice that warns

Left unheeded in my reckless pursuit
Of destruction and deception
Helpless to change

My slowly descending road
Unremitting rebellion to the light
A force that drives me

Circular journey
Return to that which
Will not be denied

Wanton
Unfulfilled
Empty

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