Once more darkness comes,
Blowing out the flame that lights my way,
Do I have a match left,
Do I even have the strength to strike that match?
Darkness didn’t just find me,
It found another as well,
Luckily it didn’t take her out,
But do I have the strength to strike her match too,
She’s almost lost...
First, I must strike my match and fight my own darkness,
Let her build off that strength,
I’m no good fading away in the black abyss.
But I must find that strength to strike my match in the first place,
Will I,
Or do I lose myself in the pitch black?
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About the Creator
Noah Renee
I'm Noah and I am a poet. I write from life experiences so it's not the happiest but it is relatable to people. I just write to write, so it's my best. I get what I get.
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