When the last candle is blown
I'll not perish. I'll stay awake,
searching for the light that has
once guided me through the dark.
That was all I had to spare
when others slyly turned their backs
assuming that I am alright
that I didn't need anyone's help.
It threw light in everything
I came across; things that I never knew
but existed in the depths of darkness
that is chilling to mention.
I was always alone
and now even lonely.
With my candle burnt out
the cold makes me numb,
because my candle of hope is now gone.
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My Poetry Collection
PoetryMy favorite pass time. I now have many of my own. Let me show you what real poetry means as you flip through the pages. So why not take a chance??? P.S: I can't believe this is blew up in just one day, but thank you for the love! (Duh, I still don't...
