Dwindling light from burning candles,
make the darkness appear only larger,
then the night is,
in this cold, hard life that I live,
time ticks away day after day,
I try to shake the blackness away,
but it holds on, and refuses to leave,
bitter it bits, just as the dawn comes,
as to relive this soul,
from all the loneliness it owns.
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I love the imagery and metaphors expressed hear, the dwindling light as a reflection of the souls state in the absence of comfort, every day the light diminishes and darkness seems to grow, but its within us to find out own light and fight the darkness no matter what. Beautiful stuff thanks for sharing