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.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is such a vivid vision detailed with dynamic observations . . . yet it's also so open-ended, your message could be about many aspects of life . . . dying in the physical form or dying in heart . . . losing hope or losing one's sparkle. I love the way you end on an urgent note of fighting to hold on to the light (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Adam Latham]

Thank you so much, Margie. :) It's perhaps a little different from what I would normally write but I was pretty happy with the end result.