Closer
The same old feeling came,
Like a colony of relentless bats.
Eager to fill the empty cave
Dug out by steel.
To draw near is my yearn,
Like a lonely bear to the treetop honey.
Wishing to climb the trunk
Grown out from quicksand.
I saw her face again,
Like a beaming light of a tall lighthouse.
Trying to wave my hands, shouting
“Here! Look at me!”
The light fell on me for a second,
Like a hour, a day, a year.
Struggling on the rocks,
Piled around the tower.
by The Feather Pencil Chronicles
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