The Candle
The smallest of light
In the darkest of rooms
Wickedly still
As nothingness looms
Alone in the glow
Of the flickering light
Trembling hands
Reach out in the night
Frozen in fear
When darkness is all
Leaving the light
Means risking a fall
Desperate for change
Not wanting to stay
Pick up the candle
To light up your way.
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