Small Light
Those who have felt it know
its impossible now to forget.
How consuming the darkness is
yet we were not done, were we?
We still have our time left,
our strength to move on.
"Come, Consume me," I say.
"Take my soul and make it dark,"
"Only then will I truly appreciate,
the light that I had,
That that still shows."
W. J
This poem is about:
Me
Our world