Abandoned

I waited for hope to come
hearing only the silence of the darkness.
The future was gray and unknown.
But the past was filled with bitter cold.
I lighted a candle to guide the way
and watched it burn the fragile glass.
The moon stared at me,
like a silent rebuke.
The stars won't look down
and smile.
I shivered,
rain poured down
saw the flames
sputtering, dying.
Hearing only
the mocking laughter of the wind,
you were never
meant to be mine, after all.

By Nike