2004-02-04: 7:38 p.m.

Dying Flame

In the abyss of the suffocating dark
Inhabited a little, stubborn spark
A light of hope that would not yield
Inside a heart that would not heal

In the shadows it shines no end
Despite the winds, it will pretend—
As though it can sustain the fire
As though it holds an immortal desire

Yet in truth, buried deep down inside
Lurked a secret it can no longer hide
Pain and frustration hit wave after wave
Alas the light could no longer be saved

Slowly the flame flickered and died
And with it crashed the mountainous pride
Although for so long it had kept its warm glow
With a last wisp of smoke, it now learned to let go.