A light of a candle
is only shown in a darkened room
When the light comes on,
it's worth, extinguished.
A draft from an open door,
the breath of a whispered secret
The flame gone out,
Replaced by worthless regret
A life in ruins,
Faith in liars such is lust,
Hearts bursting at the pressure,
The lives lived under broken trust.
That whispered secret,
The quietly uttered prayer,
Broke everything that was real
Noone left,
No one there.
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