A blown candle
Still ignites
A tangled mind
Strives to fights
The darkness within
And that of sight
Lingers to consume
Using my plight
I breath to sustain
To have conscious mind
Stumbling in the dark
Even myself, I can't find
Bumped and knocked
But no one came
I kept moving
As if a player in a game
Eyes wide, vision blind
Locating the matches
Fiddling around here
Searched all over
While diverting my fear
The little smoke of the candle
Lifted my dying hope
I know now how to handle
I've learnt how to cope
My hands picked up a packet
That of, what I thought
I lit the candle once more
To see what I am not...

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