I knew that I was dying.

 I knew that I was dying.

Something in me said,

Go ahead, die, sleep, become as them, accept.

Then something else in me said, no,

save the tiniest bit.

It needn't be much, just a spark.

A spark can set a whole forest on fire.

Just a spark.

Save it.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔

 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚞𝚔𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚔𝚒