The Candle
The Candle
I see the flicker of life before me.
The tainted flame burns brightly in my eyes.
Yet darkness keeps me from obtaining it.
Again and again, I grab for the glow.
But the darkness is strong and holds me back.
Weak and foolish it antagonizes.
The more I try, the weaker I become.
The flame has been in reach all of my life.
Inches away from my fingertips touch.
The strength I have though can’t break the darkness.
And so for eternity I stare.
Dreaming one day I’ll have the light beside me.
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