The dark surrounds the space around,
The light is slowly dying down,
It started making that flickering sound,
Once it goes out I will drown.
The bulb gives me flashes of hope,
That I will not face the dark alone,
That the flame will hopefully persevere,
That I won't be stuck out here.
But like the setting of the sun,
This bulb has been a dying one,
The final light retreats,
As if the night were complete,
Now that I face darkness once again,
I hope that,
like that lightbulb,
I won't end.
