Lacuna of Light in a World Grown Blind
The stars once bled in silver veins,
Now night is thick with hollow stains.
The echoes of their ancient grace
Still flicker dim in dying space.
A hollow gap, a silent ache,
Where once burned bright, now none awake.
The sky still calls, but light won’t rise—
The universe forgets its eyes.
And so we walk through starless air,
Our hands outstretched to things not there.
We map our world in whispered names,
Yet stumble still through sightless games.
For light was love, and love was true,
But both dissolve in absent hue.
Yet even blind, we search, we roam,
For what is lost still calls us home.
Now night is thick with hollow stains.
The echoes of their ancient grace
Still flicker dim in dying space.
A hollow gap, a silent ache,
Where once burned bright, now none awake.
The sky still calls, but light won’t rise—
The universe forgets its eyes.
And so we walk through starless air,
Our hands outstretched to things not there.
We map our world in whispered names,
Yet stumble still through sightless games.
For light was love, and love was true,
But both dissolve in absent hue.
Yet even blind, we search, we roam,
For what is lost still calls us home.
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Background: \"Lacuna\" refers to an empty space or gap, and in this poem, it represents the absence of light, both literal and metaphorical. The poem describes a universe that has forgotten how to see once illuminated by stars and love, it now stumbles in blindness. The imagery suggests a loss of meaning, where even memories of light struggle to persist. This can be read as an allegory for lost hope, fading faith, or the way humanity loses sight of truth over time. The final lines leave us with a question: even in darkness, do we still search for what was lost, or do we surrender to blindness?
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