Light Of Infinite Empty Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Lights shine fiercely over me.
I wonder what causes them to be?
Is it God revealing His presence?
Or
the
end
of
being?
There are a thousand things
left to do and more to say.
A world that compels me
to
be
involved.
Pretending to be fairly open,
even while the jumble of
images are never-ending.
Places seen and others'
just imagined. When the
trains stop running, well
so
shall
I
stop
as
well.
God above, educate my
thoughts to how they
should be thinking.
Let the dying flowers
bloom
once
again.
Bursting colours that
frolic playfully across
the meadows of denial.
And
I
catch
the
light
as
it
fades
to
empty.