Category : Poems

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The lit candle casts a small shadow,
Dwarfed in size by the darkness surrounding it,
Just like the moments in the night,
When I find myself missing you...

The warmth of it reaches out to me,
Tempting me with its dull glow,
But undoubtedly​ falls short in the coldness of the night...

The flame begins to weaken as the darkness around it grows,
Soon it and I will be devoured in pitch black...

So I lay back and hold in my breath,
Then with surprising ease blow out the flame,
Letting the darkness take me into its cold embrace...