Seeking Hope

I have been searching for the light switch, since I was a teenager

I am trapped in a dark room

The only light I could find is a lighter

It sustains me until it runs out of fuel

I had a drawer filled with lighters

I am holding my last one

Fatigue is creeping in as I walk aimlessly in the dark with just a flame

The lighter in my hands is feeling less and less heavy by the day

I must seek abundant light before the dark envelopes me completely

My hands only feel the smooth walls

There might not be a light switch

Maybe someone will find me and save me from the dark...

Hopefully, that person will come before the lighter runs out of fuel.

IF not, then I pray the dark will only comfort me, not terrorize me.