Nice Words

The fuel to a fire
In the middle of its chest

 

A lone shadow,
Standing hopelessly in a darkness 
Closing around it

 

Only when a compliment
Flutters upon the warmth
Does light penetrate the gloom

 

Stealing a moment,
To take a peak at
The road winding ahead of it

 

Darkness has fallen again
But the shadow has the strength
To tread on

 

Never allowing the fire to die off
In seek of some more nice words

Author's Note

a quick piece