Your words began to fade;
and then the flame went out.
I was surrounded by dark;
fear moving me to an escape route.
I stumbled and I fell;
blindly trying to find my way.
I should have realized this would happen;
when the flame started to die a little each day.
My senses were heightened;
intuition knocked thunderously at the door.
I didn’t want to let it in;
deep down I knew what it had in store.
I was blinded by the flame;
a flame that danced with grace and light.
I tried to look away;
but it would always enchant my sight.
My hand caresses nothingness;
the place I’ve always hated to be.
Confusion clouds my mind;
and intermingles in my thoughts.
I sit and wonder if this is truly it;
if I am truly, truly lost.
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