He that shrinks


Boarding the time of death soon

Lightening the darkness at night

A quest i am at twilight 

As fire sparks my wick, my birth, my tune
People seated on a bench in Cameroon 

Standing upright and gazing in fright

My tears, my fears, all in one night 

Time for my soul to quench, how soon
I am he that will shrink

My tears, my integrity, no gain

Which i stand on
“Where is he” at sunrise, they may think

Never to be tall again

My life span, gone!

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