Torchlight [Poem] by Mourne

Those of us from love long-lorn
Begin to see for what we're born.

Slowly we begin to learn:
All of us are here to burn.

Never envy the happy few--
"You cannot miss what you never knew."

Perhaps that's a lie.
But still say I:

Find your comfort, however slight.
Protect their love with the heat of your light.

Torchlight [Poem]

Mourne

18 June 2017 at 15:11:00 MDT

Though perhaps some of us were born to be party glowsticks instead.

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