I can feel myself
slipping away.
I can feel myself fading
without delay.
I hold a lit torch
to save me from the dark.
I hear a nightingale
when I want to hear a lark.
I used to think that light
and dark were the same.
But now I know
that one is more tame.
Save me from the light
because all I know is the dark.
Bring me the nightingale,
and destroy the lark.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 10:03 AM UTC
I can feel myself
slipping away.
I can feel myself fading
without delay.
I hold a lit torch
to save me from the dark.
I hear a nightingale
when I want to hear a lark.
I used to think that light
and dark were the same.
But now I know
that one is more tame.
Save me from the light
because all I know is the dark.
Bring me the nightingale,
and destroy the lark.
