Like a flame of hope
Sticks out like a bad choice in an organised world.
The one true friend that sticks with you
Once the laughter and loud voices around you
Disappear in the vapour of night.
The last light after the joy can no longer be reflected
In the amber glasses
Now lying tall and empty
Judging you from the kitchen counter.
The music is transient.
Like you wish your sorrows were.
The ashes gather...
Like the wishful tears at your fantastic funereal.
Tomorrow is another day,
There will be light,
More than what your torch of loneliness shows.
Beyond those labyrinthine passages
You cross every night behind closed eyes.
The unending turns and circles
Between forgotten junk and broken furnitures.
The end is near,
Look up and hold on.
There is more light at the end of the tunnel,
Either in this life or the next.