Light of a Candle : Sorrow

1 of three poems I wrote in a series. This is actually poem number two.

Of sadness and destruction,

I am filled to the brim.

Only temperary relief

from a magical hymn.

A room left empty,

vacant and scary.

And a Force so strong,

I cannot carry.

My anguish so deep,

there are scars to match.

More than a thousand keys,

given for just one latch.

Only a flicker of light,

that was a roaring Flame.

Often when left alone,

I try to cry away my Shame.

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[CHRIS ANDES]

I was really thinking about the fire-creating man named dustfinger
then I read your poem
and my mind suddenly thought about serendipity
=]