I never fixed it, but here it is!!!
Well, you know how I said I had a poem called "Artificial Light" and I was going to fix it because it just didn't sound right, well, I didn't get a chance to fix it, can't really think how to, but I wanted to show it to you guys, see what you think...Someone has tried to help me to make it better, but I am still stuck!
Artificial light shines
bright right by my
I need it to guide me
through life's dark
But it makes me sickly
and white, it looks right
and gives me sight through
the most frightful plights,
but it drains me, and
devours my energy
I know I can't provide my own light,
So I plug the chord into my spine,
and watch it glow as my heartbeat slows...
I am always providing for my artificial light,
because if I don't it will surely die,
and I will be blind in a world with no guide
but my soul...which is much to weak and
afraid to become anything better than that
fraudulent illumination which created this
abomination with an obsessive fascination...