Out of Reach

Illustration by Chon Gotti

There is a light within me, slowly getting dim 

I see the light, so warm and bright 

I see it there as it glows in the dark 

 

I reach out my hands to feel its warmth 

But the light was too far  

Out of touch 

 

I look at the glow 

And that’s when I see it 

The small dark hole in the light 

 

Within me the hole begins to grow 

And the light slowly dims 

 

I reach out my hand 

Try to keep the glow 

But it is too late 

 

The light begins to fade 

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