How Terrible the LightMature

A beam of light

Shoots towards me

It is a light so bright

I begin to ask it to let me be

 

But the light is persistent

And despite how I’m resistant

It seems to remain here

Gradually getting near

 

Until I can almost touch

The beautiful glowing beam

It is almost too much

It is too much so I scream

 

For all I really desire

Is inaction. For tired

I am, cannot fight

But this fucking light

 

It presses me to continue

And keep on my sad trudge

Because it will only ensue

To push me until I budge

The End

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