The Candle

I stepped into darknes well i don't know were i stepped but i stepped and could no longer see blindness overcame the room without vision, i search with my hands but i cannot find the exit again i am forever traped in this abyss i run around frantically searching but i find nothing i feel corners, like in a room i give up to the fact that i would never find a way out as the darkness gets even darker, sudenly there's a spark, and i smell sulfur a small flame is lit on top of a wax candle how it was lit i do not know the small flame lights the whole room i've come to realize that in true darkness it is not the size of the light it is the simple fact that there is light it does not take much to ward of the gathering darkness just a single little flame in the corner of a room will light up the whole room so you can find your way out
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Hey, I really like your poems and would like to talk to you sometime...ttyl..!~Aub~