A breeze blew out my candle,
My lamp ran out of kerosene.
Now I don't know how to handle,
The darkness, which leaves everything unseen.
Sitting quietly in the dark,
No matches to light my candle.
Hear the pitter patter of my heart,
My nerves starting to dismantle.
Can't get kerosene tonight,
To illuminate my gloom.
Cause the store is locked up tight,
And I'm locked up in my room.
Maybe I should flip the switch,
On those fancy lectric lights.
Then it wouldn't be as dark as pitch,
On these lonely winter nights.
12/23/10 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Keep silence. Give darkness a way to your heart. Soon it will be transformed into a glow of heart. The light will enlighten the material darkness. Just don't go the lectric switch so quick, if you can spare a span of time for yourself and yourself only. Well written poet....metaphor and imagery is strong to catch the reader. Regards, pranab 10