Bring the Oil
I have doused this lamp
Not just to smolder
but to hide outside the light
I have grown bolder
While this night grows damp
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My deeds, wicked have grown
As my lamp lay lifeless and cold
I trust only myself and the dark
my cross hangs dusty and old
And stricken pleads have sewn
?
Without the lamp glow I fall
I am too desperate and weak
Will someone light this lamp once more?
And be the light I wish to seek?
Before the night sends his call.
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Please, Please bring this lamp oil!
Is my cry not loud enough?
Have I silenced my heart and soul?
Please! let this lamp not remain snuffed
Please, someone! bring this lamp some oil.
Copyright © Christopher Looper | Year Posted 2016
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