Flicker

 

 

An idea bloomed,
Fresh and promising.
Groomed properly, it would grow.

 

But the bulb had a tendency
To flicker, fade
‘Tween light and shade
'Til its dying glow.

 

To think
I brought you up
to shape you
Was folly.

 

Wish I never
Thought you up.

 

 

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