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A candle burning deep within,
Flames forever burning,
Fueled only by lucid yearning.
I know it not to be a sin.
What of times concerning
That which keeps the flame alive?
Is that what we do in life?
Always, always returning.
Only for a creeping moment
Do we let the waters come,
Ever the improper sum,
For through it burns our torment.
Why then do we bother
To breathe out this little light,
For which we hold so much spite,
Only . . . to light another?
~Quality of writing aside, this was the first poem I ever wrote, from over ten years ago. I originally wrote it about the feeling of addiction. That inescapable impulse to continue with what you know to be destructive. Even if what you’re feeding is something like hope. Something that only hurts you in the long run. However, as I got older the poem took on new and different meanings to me. I realized it could be interpreted in a variety of ways. One that stood out most for me over the years was how it symbolizes the darkness inside and the eternal struggle to keep it at bay. A struggle that feels futile at times, but always necessary or else you risk letting loose what’s hiding in the shadows.
So I commissioned this piece to embody that feeling. That frantic continuation of the flame that holds back the darkness you can’t let out. No matter how good that may feel....
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Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Weasel
Size 1280 x 1106px
File Size 2.92 MB
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