A Beckoning Flame

The Struggler

Days are bright, but I see grey 

Nights are quiet, yet awake I lay

Not alone yet lonely, a state of dismay

Who shall keep my soul awake?

 

A homeless man with a home,

A soul of colors but no one to show 

An empty castle, a cold glass throne 

An endless summer full of snow.

 

Someone to warm this lifeless heart 

Someone so close, yet far apart

I keep the flame burning, 

Beckoning that which I am searching. 

  • Author: Struggler (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 24th, 2024 03:11
  • Category: Reflection
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