Poetry From A Lost Girl

Eleven

the flickering light

shone straight through

her tears

the dying light

was only so bright

and could not

lead the way

the cold lost light

was only so warm

after it fell

into the abyss of wax

that it would never

warm her heart

forever lost

forever cold

forever drowning in a sea

of people

she would never

find

           her

                       way