One by solitary one
Lights go out.
Flames so full of vitality.
So many becoming so few.
The corner stones of my life.
Spluttering to obscure darkness
Extinguished by grinding mundanity
And I know that to that darkness.
I will someday surely go. I have to.
Always … I see the shadows gathering
Even in my life. Even on a sun filled day
And I feel scrabbling fingers in my dreams
Always reaching out … feeling for my soul
To snuff out memories and love.
To destroy those dreams in perpetuity
Will I still be loved?
Will my glowing life be known
By those that follow?
Or will my darkness be complete.
The black hand of forgetfulness
Please give me time.
Some final warmth from that now feeble sun.
Please give me hope
Before the lights go out.
And darkness walks in.
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