Searching for the light
Nothing, even with keen sight
Not looking for a flame
Just embers
Embers
Once a raging bonfire
Extinguished by Father Time
Ruined the sublime
Embers
Reduced almost to ash
Nearly impossible to reignite the stash
Barely usable mash
Embers
Flickering kernels are an illuminating torch
Akin to a sizzling scorch
Return me to the source
Energize a weakened life-force
Embers
The alternative is not fun
A life without sun
A life without son
There, a light!
An end to the plight
I walk down the hall
Never once stall
The kitchen light, going on and off
With heavy heart, I turn it off
The portent is clear:
I'll never see her again
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