The flicker of the candle in the dark.
The blaze of the fire in the hearth.
The craze of the fans in the stands.
The plays on the field as the while blows.
The squeak of the children as they scram
The flicker of light in their eyes
Acts like a flicker of hope for me.
A difficult life with a difficult ending.
The darkness overcomes and swallows me whole.
I'll sit here 'till I'm saved.
The rope comes down,
But it snaps in my hands the second it touches my acid skin.
There's no help.
There's no hope.
~Olivia Kolt
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The Complete Works Of Olivia Kolt
PoetryThese are all of my poems. Some are sweet as cherries and others are as dark as night. Anyway I hope that anyone who reads them will enjoy it and hopefully just relate to them in some way. ~Olivia Kolt
