Led by the light
my form is twisted
turns that seek out
illumination from
external sources
compelled to follow
the brightest radiance
bending to the beam
light dependant existence
following at any cost
stretched and contorted
slave to the source
my shade of shadow
cast my offspring
in darkness stunted
their shrinking survival
they shrivel and die
or bend to survive.
Ciaran Burke
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