Friday, February 11, 2011

The Ninth Light

There are eight lights around me
in three lines of three.
I am the ninth light,
the deformity.

My light has gone out,
and so I stay
sitting in darkness
day after day.

The others that sit
to my left and right
always outshine me,
and are proud of their light.

They get along without me,
and if I go,
I will not be missed,
for I refuse to glow.

For what good is a light
that cannot shine?
People don't seek
this darkness of mine.