Sunday, March 20, 2011


I think I'm a spark
alone in the dark,
waiting for the dynamite to ignite
fearing the dark night
the darkness that surrounds me
consumes what I can be
hiding my potential life
with darkness, toils, and strife
The spark I am is fading to an oblivion below
light me once again so the dynamite can blow.

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