The inner flame flickers
towards the wind of night
It dims of pain
when it tries to light
It dies slowly with the wind
holding onto memories that bind
wishing for a chance to find
a miracle so kind
for reality to change its mind.
But the world still turns,
the wind still blows
the pain of light
no matter the losing fight.
The flame flickers
its light so dim
with sweet memories
it only pines.
