Tunnels, by Dark Neko Subscribe to rss feed for <b>Dark Neko</b>

All there is, is the flame of candle light, 
To light my way through this wood, 
This is the only light tonight, 
To protect me from the sinking sand, and the sticky mud, 
All there is, is the flicker of that flame, 
To light my way through my sorrow, 
This is the only light in my shame, 
The only guide towards tomorrow, 
All there is, is the dripping candle, 
That burns my weary hands, 
The one thing that I can't handle, 
Is buried in the burning sands, 
All there is, is the heat, 
To help me through the cold, 
To help to make ends meet, 
And to help the weariness of the old, 
All there is, is the one flicker, 
To guide me over the wall and the crack, 
To protect me from their glare or snicker, 
To guide me through the tunnel that is black.
Posted: 2006-02-15 02:25:35 UTC

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2006-02-22 20:39:04 Kirsty (living in the light)
I love this poem has a good beat and it reminds me that although I might be going through dark and scary times Christ holds his light and his warmth for me can I give this poem to a friend and would you read my poem called my pain.