Artificial Light - Emptyself

I don’t like artificial light,

but I use it every night.

No other way to see.

No the day won’t stay for me.

And when the lights go out,

memory gets me around

as I wander through the dark,

but I can’t get very far.

And once again I find,

I’m no good at being blind,

and the light of every day

can never be replaced.

Don’t mistake the true for the fake.

A raft for an island,

asleep for awake.

There are so many ways to evade

what’s right in front of your face.

If there’s a way,

I’d rather not remain

so lost in disarray.

My brain a battlefield

of the wounded and the healed.

And as my reach is short,

these hands could use support

to climb out of the trench

I keep on falling in.

Don’t mistake the true for the fake.

A raft for an island, asleep for awake.

There are so many ways to evade

what’s right in front of your face.

Drank you in

but I still thirst.

Not the answer

I thought you were.

All we said.

What’s it worth?

Not an anchor, only words.