*spark*

Velvet touch and scarlet red,

alive and well, yet somehow dead.

Here you lie far away sheltered by the dark,

With everything you'd ever need, but denying such a spark.

For a spark would set an explosion, to people who live in lack of light.

People who could never see, and thus could never fight.

 

The drapes of velvet are scarlet red, and cling upon the wall.

The seats bear upon a golden edge, and strike envy in us all.

Your jewles are merely jewles, they posses but a mere glow,

You have everything and still want more, but why you do not know.

 

Yet in your eyes there's never a glitter, shine, nore gleam.

Unless it's tears that fall and create a gentle stream.

Some would render you a fool, for letting all this go,

But if they were in your posistion, perhaps then they would know:

 

That having everything you need, while remaining dead amongst the dark,

Is far worse off than having nothing, and yet being drivin by a spark.<3

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[Eternal.Dreamer]

With a little spark big things can begin. I like this poem a lot.