Poetry

Adams twist on The Allegory of the Cave.
....sort of.

Once upon a dark hour of a light hearted boy,
A girl came along,
Beautiful and caring.

She shined a dim light into his abyss of depression and he gravitated towards it as if it was a magnet.

Brighter and brighter the light did burn but from time to time it disapeared for no reason.

Long after hope was lost, the light returned.

Once again our misty eyed traveler, trying to find his way out of the abyss, was magnetically attracted to a light, by now getting brighter and brighter.

Then OFF.

Then ON

OFF
ON
DIM
BRIGHT

The light was dancing like a candle, burning bright, burning out, being relit, being smothered.

Being played with.

Surely this is a mistake our weary traveller suggested as he clung on to hope.

This magnetic force of nature, eminating from such far off beauty, eventually drew him to an opening of which he found the hope and courage needed to crawl out of the abyss.

But the climb grew harder.
The magnetic field, weeker.
Sometimes pushing this weary traveller back into the abyss only to help him out again.

More games.

Not the fun games little children play,
But one sided games.

Was this the light of beaty or the flames of hell?

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Well as it turns out, it was lucky for me to have had other people to love me. The girlfriend I devoted everything to was merely playing me. Lying. Sneaking around with her ex. Purposely making me jealous of other guys whom she said she was not interested in but was most likely spending her time with. Never time for me. Always putting me off. I tried hard to make things right but the wounds grew deeper and she would never talk to me.

Now I am stronger for it.
But it was the worst pain I have ever gone through.
The bad outweighted the good.
This, my weary friends, is what True Love is.
I would do it again.
But not so easily.

hmmm.. repost this if you like it. I give my full permission.

Adam