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Poetry

The title says it all minus the fact that I will write about anything. You name it I write it.

Ember

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by Wolf41676

by Wolf41676

Once a bright flame
Now withering down
No one to look to
I feel alone

This emptiness grabs me
It pulls my small flame
The wax is running out
So minuscule

I used to be bright
I used to be joyful
Now I'm dying out
Slowly I understand

All the brightest stars
End up dead
Now only
An ember