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In the absence of light

I see the sound of the light under the door

the wave of

light spreading across the floor

like a pool of spreading oil spilled from a tanker.

I feel that light around me

it is there.

But my ears pressed against glass

do not hear the light.

The sound of tootsie rolls

dancing above me

on a floor of tin

fills me

reminds me of what

I think the light once sounded like.

What noise it made

as I waited for my glass of milk.

As it slid under the door

my milk cold

the light


Can you tell me where the island is now?


What do you think?

11 Points

Written by DocAndersen

One fan, One team and a long time dream Go Cubs!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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    • i was in a really dark place when I wrote this poem. My first marriage was being destroyed. i felt like I was a failure as a person, a husband and well it was dark.

      My grandfather told me to find the light within.

      it became a poem, and later a path out of the darkness. Now I know that what happened then made me stronger now!

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