The Beam

A short poem symbolising an impossible love.

My only light-
In a mysterious forest-
A wood becoming more dense everyday,
Never showing any exit-
Letting my best friend and I alone.

We walked for years-
On the rough road,
That was ours-
Crossing every obstacles,
By going right or left-
That didn’t matter,
As long as we were together.


Then, I tripped-
My Torch flew away like a butterfly-
But landed like a fallen angel-
My only light was gone-
And I was alone-
In the darkest forest-
And I could not see anything-
but my own arcane wood,