Lamp

The blinds are closed to keep the darkness out;
There's not enough light trapped in here to see.
It flickers, and I worry it's about
To gutter, go out, and abandon me.
I couldn't blame it if it chose to go;
There's not much left of me here anyway.
What lingers is sustained by its small glow;
I may not last in darkness until day.
If so, why should the light stay on to look
As I burn out myself with pondering,
Since night's arrival here is all it took
To set my soul free for its wandering?
And yet if it illuminates 'til dawn
I think I'll find the strength to carry on.