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Oct 2018
With a single candle
in the boundless night
I drift about
no end is sight
Lost with just
this candle light
Empty, hollow, is my plight

Directionless
without the stars
No map to tell
us where we are
my feet encased
in midnight tar
oh, but I've come so far

My candle burns
to the end of its wick
I rummage around
for twigs and sticks
To keep light burning
in this night so thick
I hear the second-hand tick

I guess my time
has finally run out
To the night
I've lost this bout
Put to bed
all my doubts
no sense, now
to yell or shout
my candle has blown out
Alex Hanna
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Alex Hanna  31/M
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