By: Gus Victoria
Light!
A lover’s flame lit,
Fiery comfort
Of a charred memory
Encased in glass
Glowing brightly,
The way leading
To the lost gone
Wandering in wait.
Expectation of Desperation
For a thin faith fled.
They wait alone
Crowded in their solitude,
Pitied before loved,
Keepers and jailers,
Barriers to their own happiness,
Blind to the fire
Of Passion,
Slaves to desire
They cannot posses.
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