The Dim Torchlight
I never dreamed, but I
dared
To hold the torch and
light it
I never said that I cared
But I let the night be lit
I thought that it was easy
To spread the beams of
torchlight
So that young people
could see
The antidote for twilight
My clutching fingers held
strong
Each had their own
aptitude
But they could not work
for long
And with the same
altitude
The torch truly had its
weight --
I and they felt the
numbing
Worsened by an empty
plate
And our stomach
muttering
This deadened arm
found cure
In the cold mediocrity
And in the hot flame
then pure
Put out by dishonesty
I never thought it would
be
A light to help in one's
quest
For truth and to make
him see
Dimly that we lost the
best
Futile is the torch that
glows
Vaguely in this chancy
time
A crag is near, no one
knows
Letting one trip is a crime
The dim torchlight which
we hold
Makes the night even
darker
For the promises it told
Whose success is yet
yonder
Copyright © Sherwin Balbuena | Year Posted 2012
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