Promise of Light

Love! Alas, you’re mine to keep,
You’ve saved me from my wicked sleep.
Amidst your warmth and tender wing,
A song of hope, I doth sing.
For such a time I did believe,
That love did not exist to thee.
I was proven wrong of this,
‘Twas just last night I felt a kiss.
Thy wretched heart and soul hath light,
‘Tis deathless mirth, you gave me, this night.

My inmost thoughts are starving for tongue:
a voice to stop this reticence.
Fear is the levee; solid,
debarring me from mirth.
Deep in this pit,
I cry out:
my pain,
hushed.

In Doubt, I Found Relief:


When I am lying in bed; unaccompanied,
Prone to thoughts of lonesomeness:
I will try to remember, at a distance,
Somebody cares for me.

When I keep driving myself into a demented state; skidding,
Headed for a subjective butchery:
I will try not to forget,
That somewhere, out of reach,
Somebody is longing for me.

When my lips moisten this bottle of vodka; inebriation,
And I try to paralyze this awful wretchedness:
I will try to keep in mind,
That somewhere, beyond what I envision,
Somebody hungers for me.

When I present to someone my good will; denied,
But the feelings are never returned:
I will try to be convinced,
That at arms length, closer to me than I think;
Somebody is waiting for me.

When I am trudging through the filthiness; wearied,
With one foot planted in my grave:
I will close my eyes, and take my final breath-
Knowing that although we will never unite,
Beyond doubt, somebody loved me.

Amber Logan is a twenty-nine year-old-university student
who has been writing since she was nine. As I have, she has
used her writing as a coping mechanism throughout her life.

She is beautiful and a bit strange. And these are only her obvious qualities.