dark
as it surrounds
the little flame
dark
as it caves in
and shadows around the wax
dark
but the candle remains
light
as it burns to lead the way
YOU ARE READING
As I left
Poetry"As I left I thought I heard the Doors creak and the walls weep And I was so sure you would Wake..." A collection of stories from my childhood, written in digital ink as poetry. Some are old, some are newer and some I haven't touched in years...
