The child within sleeps

We are but sleeping within a blanket,
woven with the connections we form
 with the hope that a candle burns to keep the darkness
and the monsters within their closets. .
These lights but flicker
 the blankets do grow thinner letting the darkness inch
 closer closer closer...
bringing those monsters gnawing at the doors,
 out before you
their murky pallid eyes staring at you
from the dark ever so watchful,
ever so ready to pounce,
 the instant the lights go out.

Oh my friend you are but my blanket
 who has seen many a winter  with me,
 torn and tattered now.
A few holes have formed in you
 through which I can see the flickering lights.
 It is not long before
you are completely off me ,
you take your light with you
leaving me soot, smoke
and a charred end for me
 to look at
and hope that a few sparks
 will make you rise again
 bright and yellow with shades of orange.

But now you leave me to the darkness
to fend myself, on my own,
 hoping to survive
 and be able to strike
the last match in time
 and maybe just maybe
ignite the flame again,
bathe the room with light again.
Now I lay in the dark,
 feeling the cold in my bones,
 expecting the inevitable seeking a new light and warmth... hoping...