Enervated
The child within, lit his own little candle
And set it at the center of the valley so large,
Brilliantly it beamed, and gloriously illuminated all about him;
That is until, all the others came rushing in
Lighting candles of their own,
Then his flickered in fear, slowly fading away...
blown asunder, by the crowds cold wind.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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