Of My Light

Once there was a light that shined only for me.
The brilliance of its glow could brighten the darkest of souls.
It could illuminate the coldest of places.
In a place of chaos and pain, it gave serenity.

But the light has faded into a dull flicker now.
The smallest whisper could blow out this light into nothingness.
All that is left is a thunderous silence in a dark abyss.
Instead of peace there is sorrow.

The only thing which holds me from falling into the never-ending hole is the minute fire.
It is the only thing I keep with me, my one hope.
It seemed my light was growing when a cool wind swept the small flame away.
From ashes to dust I sit in this now empty prison.

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10/21/04