Sometimes I feel like
I’m stuck in a dark cage
With nothing for company
But a tiny, tiny flame.

It gives off
a comforting warmth.
It’s nice having company,
But still, I am torn.

I fear for the day
It’ll extinguish in a second or half.
I would feel not but sorrow,
For I do not have

A lighter, or a matchbox
To bring back its light.
What can I do,
If not, beg to keep it alight?