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Lanterns

By sweetbrother

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Dr. Sara, in a soothing voice, tells me three yellow pills per day will light the darkness in me. I smile and nod, as I study Dr. Sara's eyes and hands, wondering what school she attended to learn candles in the dark. I imagine Dr. Sara's pills as lanterns in a rocky tunnel; in my dream I reach a light that only shows me the way to another tunnel. I recall long ago sunshine and think, this is my answer but my memory fails and my dreamed-for sun fades and dims until I see only a little yellow pill Dr. Sara promises to guide me through my tunnel with the help of her yellow pills but her lanterns provide only a dim and flickering light and if I stumble in the gloom will Dr. Sara catch me when I fall? Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 10:28 AM PST   0 • 1

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