Blinded by the Lights...⚡️

I'm blinded by the lights,
Dazzled by their false delight,
They promise brilliance, a radiant gleam,
But in their glare, I lose my dream.

The streets are alive, buzzing and bright,
But here I stand, lost in the night.
My pain bleeds out in silent screams,
Hidden beneath their golden beams.

I write my sorrow in every line,
Bleeding my pain in its own shine.
Ink flows dark like the night I hide,
But no one sees the storm inside.

I call it poetry—these fractured cries,
But it's just the language of goodbyes.
Each word a whisper of a silent plea,
A sorrowful commentary, unheard by me.

The lights, they blind, but still I stare,
A moth to a flame, lost in despair.
Their brilliance masks the ache beneath,
A hollow heart, a soul’s retreat.

I wonder, when will the light reveal
The cracks, the scars, the pain I feel?
For every gleam hides a darker truth,
A lost innocence, a shattered youth.

But still, I write, I pour it out,
Hoping to find a way through doubt.
Each verse a step, each line a tear,
Trying to make the darkness clear.

I'm blinded by the lights, it's true,
But in their glow, I see what's new.
For in the dark, I find my voice,
A quiet strength, a deeper choice.

To keep on writing, though it bleeds,
To plant new hope in scattered seeds.
For even sorrow, in all its weight,
Can birth a story, rewrite fate.

So let the lights blind, let them gleam,
I'll write my pain into a dream.
And in that dream, I'll find the way,
To turn the night into day.