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Hold on Tight.
In the stillness of a half-lived night,
I cling to hope that fades away.
The rain on glass is my only light,
A quiet rhythm in shades of gray.
The city's silent, the streets are bare,
Only a distant train goes flickering
by.
I search for comfort but none is there,
Just whispered echoes asking, "Why?"
Candles flicker, their flames are thin,
Each spark a question, each casts a doubt.
I keep them burning, though I can't win,
Afraid to see them finally burn out.
My dreams are tattered, cold as stone,
I clutch them, from fray and tear.
The path to dawn remains unknown,
The shadows gather everywhere.
The ground is crumbling, the sky is dark,
Yet still I hold this thread of light.
Something in me, a dying spark,
Refuses to give in to the night.
Though the darkness closes in,
I keep my grip and hold on tight.
Though the silence seems to win,
I can't let go without a fight.
© Be Kisambi
I cling to hope that fades away.
The rain on glass is my only light,
A quiet rhythm in shades of gray.
The city's silent, the streets are bare,
Only a distant train goes flickering
by.
I search for comfort but none is there,
Just whispered echoes asking, "Why?"
Candles flicker, their flames are thin,
Each spark a question, each casts a doubt.
I keep them burning, though I can't win,
Afraid to see them finally burn out.
My dreams are tattered, cold as stone,
I clutch them, from fray and tear.
The path to dawn remains unknown,
The shadows gather everywhere.
The ground is crumbling, the sky is dark,
Yet still I hold this thread of light.
Something in me, a dying spark,
Refuses to give in to the night.
Though the darkness closes in,
I keep my grip and hold on tight.
Though the silence seems to win,
I can't let go without a fight.
© Be Kisambi
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