• badpoetry 5w

    Be Your Own Light

    Countless days,
    Countless nights,
    I was there
    In the dark
    Waiting for someone
    To strike the light,
    Till I found
    The lamp hidden
    In remotest corner
    Of my soul,
    Then I searched
    For the oil.
    I found it
    In writing.
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