The Torch Poem by Adam Latham
The Torch
No life left,
The fire has almost gone.
Light fades
To shades,
The dark advances on.
The creeping gloom,
The pressing weight of fear
That once the torch held back
Starts to draw near.
I will the flame,
My final flickering friend,
Do not die
Do not die
Lest into black I blend.
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4/25/2024 2:16:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The torch, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.