dark room

By: rev bigelow

i was saddened to see our flame come to an end
the candle stick had cracked and the wick had grown thin
enraged was i to discover the candle wasn't to blame
it was the wind

now trapped by the darkness, in a room with
no shape, plotting quietly on a way to escape

it's hard to sit here all alone, minutes seem like
hours in the midnight's cold

i will be free in an hour or two, still waiting
for dawn's light to come shining through

light gently shown through a window in a wall
i can't quite see. relieved to get out
it's good to be

i'm out of the room but i left the candle in,
maybe one day we will be able to light it again