I am sorry
but I have not enough light
for both of us anymore.There is not as much left as it used to be
and darkness took up a lot of space again.I am trying to not let in win
over all the light I still have inside of me.But for whom
am I saving it?Is the light that is left
for me or is it for you?(I'm never putting myself first)
YOU ARE READING
Wondering
PoetryThis may be burning, crashing or hurting. But these are my words. This is me.