While most people fear their darkness
I can use mine as a fuel
the fire gives off tremendous heat
as black flames consume with such hunger
There's always so much to burn off right now
as it seems to grow every day
the resulting smoke hangs above in choking clouds
waiting to be dispersed by euphoric winds
There's always a danger with what I do
that not everyone will realise
it has the potential to destroy the unwary
as it it consumes so easy to fall
If I could give it up for some I would do happily
but only if they could replace it with light
though brief flashes have occasionally been seen
many were not bright enough to have any positive effect
Most people quite rightly fear their darkness
but for now I have found a use for mine
a fuel to drive me onwards through life
until another source can be found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem