Afterlight

The room in which I as a child played Is filled with everything And after my light leaves Darkness enters and ravages me Uncertainty, worry, sorrow They have a tendency to follow Now covered in dust and with Candles unburned, my greatest shame In the after-light of my life The typewriter awaits me And shines like the mane of a lion Forever glee I don't know whether to stay or to flee It wouldn't be me Without looking to leave before I was asked to Think about that