Broken Switch

BradONeill on Sep 10, 2009

Tags: angry, blind, blindness, dark, light, sight, stumbling

Stumbling in the dark.

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Broken Switch

By Brad O’Neill

Incandescent luminescent not quiet prescient
in the dark on a lark not a spark
Luminescent, incandescent quite unpleasant
hellish lark in the dark still no spark

Here’s a switch flipped it bitch still no light,
stubbed a toe, around I go it’s just not right.

Reaching out, feeling about, want to shout!

Eyes were lost, such a cost, deep denial,
I want to see, let it be, where’s my trial?

Take my arm, take my leg, but let me see tomorrow,
took my eyes, world of lies, filled with deep sorrow.

all is dark, and all I see, is what is left in memory
friends don’t age, seasons don’t change, I’m trapped in my own history.

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David Crerand on Sep 10, 2009
Great job Brad. Really liked the tension you built into each line. It gathers energy like a ball going down a hill. Kudos!
Littlekid137 on Sep 10, 2009
I really do not like poems as I do not catch much of the pathos used but this one really caught me. Great work this captured you with each line.
I Have Had Enough on Sep 10, 2009
Are you in a coffin?
Used to be Shelly on Sep 10, 2009
It’s sad, but good.
Brenda Nelson on Sep 10, 2009
well written, personally I hate when the lights go out, I can usually find a candle but can never find matches.. its spooky in the country when the lights go out, and least city folk have neighbours and can see if other people have electricity or not.
Patrick Bernauw on Sep 11, 2009
Yes Sir,

Let us Rage All Together Now,
Rage Against the Dying of the Light!

Yours Truly,
the One & Only
Troll of Triond
Chris Marlowe II on Sep 11, 2009
Sir,

I want to Protest Firmly against the Comment made on this Page by the NickName Patrick Bernauw.

It seems the NickName is making Fun of me in some sort of a Parody!

He Is Not Chris Marlowe II, the One & Only Troll of Triond.

I repeat: He Is Not!

But I must confess, within these two awesome lines of your Poem…

“all is dark, and all I see, is what is left in memory
friends don’t age, seasons don’t change, I’m trapped in my own history”

… you’ve said All what can be Said about

Yours Truly,
the One & Only
Troll of Triond
cafftee on Sep 11, 2009
Losing one’s sight must be a terrifying experience, unbalancing on so many levels. And as you cleverly described, everything would always look as it does in your memory, never changing or growing older. Interesting thought.
Tlchimes on Sep 11, 2009
You struck a powerful cord…. well done.

Um… people argue over who is THE troll of Triond? Wow. Learn something new about people everyday.
XXElleXX on Oct 3, 2009
This was an interesting change of pace Brad..a brilliant rant against being blind? Being blind is not a disability.. it is just another way of “looking” at the world

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