Treasure Island

Franc Rodriguez


Within the darkness of my eyes


My heart cringed before, for my tears abounded my soul.
My solitude was eternal, and despair was me day and night.
I was once a lonesome child so dishevelled and foul.
I was forlorn and afterwards depraved of sight.
I was condemned to the murky shade of destitute.
It was a world so glum and much so derelict.
But therefore I came to find godly rectitude.
And no longer was I to be in internal conflict.
Within the darkness of my eyes, hitherto I see the light.
And I can see now indeed what I once could not truly see.
I can at last bear witness to this glowing light so bright.
Within the darkness of my eyes, I can see an aureole before me.
She looks at me, and I can sense nigh her presence.
And I know now inside of me, that I am not alone.
Then she shelters me with her much godly essence.
And her wings I do feel, for I am no longer forlorn.
I am a glistening soul with a heart to mend.
And I can come to touch now her wondrous guise
I am a witness, for so near perhaps is the end.
All I can see, is within the darkness of my eyes.

Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013
Edited: Friday, April 19, 2013

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