Lewis Raynes Poet Quatrain

Her Flickering Light

Cold and dark where once was warm, 
Feelings of black ooze a straight,
Line of grime down to her floor, 
In her hall of demoralized waste,

And her light keeps flickering throughout the whole day, 
Flickers on and off in her head,
Keeps her awake in the dark of the night, 
Awake though she’d rather be dead,

Dead in her heart, dead to her thoughts, 
She’d rather be dead to the pain,
She’d wished those moments of anguish and hurt, 
Had died and drained from her brain,

Instead she stepped to a life in the dark, 
She’d given up all of her fight,
She’d given all she was to the dark in her mind, 
To the bleak black flickering light.

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Susan Ashley July 30, 2018 at 8:01 PM Lewis, it's heartbreaking to experience being in a dark place like this.. It's also heartbreaking to see someone, a loved one, in a sad state like this.. In both instances, all involved feel powerless. A deeply poignant poem steeped with raw emotion - but where there's a flicker of light there is hope.. A profoundly moving write! Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan Lewis Raynes July 30, 2018 at 8:30 PM Thankyou Susan, yep powerless. I'm glad you found this write to be profound.