| The Candle |
It shimmers of hope. That has been gone. It reminds us of things That have been long. It waits for everyone at the end of time. Blows away slowly commiting a crime. The shouts, the scream, the sadness, The cries. The woman who is laughing. While a child slowly dies. The sun, the darkness, The light. The moon. The excruciating pain. In a darkness filled room. This unusual sight. That burns so bright. And slowly, But surely Brings darkness to the light.
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Poetry |
Classic Collection |