The Dim Torchlight Poem by Sherwin Balbuena

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