And it had to illuminate.
I am being consumed from the inside.
Or anxiety, who can tell?
It feels no more than a candle in a storm.
So fragile, so easily extinguished!
the dream was wrapped in fear.
it hurt to hold it near.
of sinking with the ship.
the embers of his soul.
was left with only coal.
Bones cracking, popping out of joint.
And never, never reached you.