Came in from the light, to the spot of the night, <br />Following I was the loneliness of soul. <br />Dark everywhere, no food for the sight, <br />Glossed over by all, so distant from the right. <br /> <br />Crowning the effect of the misery of mine, <br />I heard the din of my failures that night. <br />Went all away, was the pip-squeak left alone, <br />No hue, no cry, but ready to fight alone <br /> <br />Then I saw the light which could have expunged the dark, <br />But again, the failure was on the door to strike. <br />Astounded by the sight, seeing which others would have died, <br />The assurance of joy went away as did the smile. <br /> <br />Careworn with tangles, babbling alone, yet nor forlorn neither torn. <br />Clad in red, I was offered the death; but that to was nothing but a myth.<br /><br />Aditya Pathak 'particle'<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-flare/
