Like a flicker fighting the darkness,
Like a spark yearning for its fight,
Like a flame that seeks kindling,
Searching for its light.
Like a heartbeat racing in shadows,
Or a sigh that's lost in flight,
As starlight bows to the rising sun,
It's a battle not in sight.
When the day breaks, we'll seek the truth,
Buried deep in the ash and hue.
When the day breaks, I shall shout aloud:
Oh, why must I burn away for loving you?
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PoetryFor those who question the world but find no answers in the noise. These pages? They hold what's left unsaid - between lines, in pauses, and the spaces you didn't notice until now. Methinks. Photo by Daniel Cid Pexels link: https://www.pexels.com/@d...
