Lamp

The lamp is there burning bright
It beckons me with its flickering light
So strong does the flame appear
Then why does it dim when I near
No illumination in this dark life
Where in this darkness—oh, where can I hide?
The darkness envelopes me like a cloud
What a fit material it is for my shroud
I scream, I shout- my lungs are burstin'
No sound emerges- my heart is hurtin'
A few smiles light up when I near
Then why does a smile, in my heart instill fear?
Is it because the smiles are so false
Enclosing me in their mesh like walls
I search desperately for one true face
But find none—as usually is the case
The wick is burning—my time is drawing near
Fate laughs at me—her face twisted in a sneer
A gaping abyss stretches before me, inviting
Its darkness, a beacon of lightning
I wish I could fly to the other side
Where sorrows and pain are washed away by the tide
Perhaps then I might be able to dip my feet in the river of joy
Even God owes me to haul me ahoy
The flame is dying, ready to merge in the melted wax
My hope dies too, leaving my body lax...
Forever...