It's nighttime again. <br />The windows wide open <br />and it's letting in the frosty midnight air <br />and my room's like a vacuum <br />pulling it all in. <br />The little radiator is working in overtime to fight it, <br />but i've always been full of contradictions. <br />Jesus hags in the corner <br />on His glow-in-the-dark cross <br />but I keep the light on to scare away the demons <br />a back up plan in case all of my faith is in vain. <br />Yeah, it's come to this again. <br />Everything cut into fragments <br />and laying on a lighted table to be analyzed <br />all my hopes disected <br />and turned into shadows against the <br />'luminescent reality' <br />-or maybe it was all so dark <br />they couldn't withstand it and blinked out <br />and faded into the rest of my mind <br />like a soloist disappearing into a faceless choir <br />after a bright and fleeting identity <br />-lost. <br />It's a small orbit, <br />tightly knotted around a center of dispair <br />releasing slightly at the height of each pulse <br />but pulse slows down in winter. <br /> <br />I'm hiding under my blankets. <br />The curtains are still moving in time to the wind <br />the radiator still pushes forth its heat <br />the light still hums inaudibly above my bed <br /> <br />and Jsus would glowif i gave Him an opportunity, <br />but it's a long walk from here to the corner in which He stands. <br /> <br />-It's always comfortable to stay where you are.<br /><br />Lesley Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/contradictions-8/
