Candle in the Abyss


I stand at the edge
of the abyss—dark, cold, lost
with a single flame

to illuminate
the midnight chaos ahead.
Quivering candle

to drive away dark...
it will never be enough
to defeat the night.

I toss my pale light
into the pit where it falls
a wavering star

the ghost of a sun
plummeting past sad faces
I only now see.

Momentary shine
proves I am not all alone
on this precipice.

In absolute dark
a small spark makes a difference.
I strike a new match.