This Little Light

Running through a darkened world,
Out of breath,
Out of time.

I run under a blackened sky.
Away from life,
Away from hope.

I convince myself there is nothing
For me in that place.
Nothing good
And nothing bright.

I never thought I would
Miss the sun so much.
Miss the warm Summer breeze,
The cool smell of Autumn,
The glorious sight of life in Spring.

The world is trapped in
An impenetrable darkness.
Nothing bright may exist,
Nothing beautiful can survive.

The people in this
Dark cold world,
Wish to see the last little light
Smothered and crushed.
Burned and tortured.
Changed and perverted.

I run through a darkened world
With this last little light in my arms.
I will run until this last little light
Is safe and untouched.

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