Baskadia

Beneath your radar,

I stand, a flickering flame,

burning my self up

for you to see,

but you, lost in the darkness,

can't even see my light.

I am the candle,

wax melting into the night,

unseen, unheard, unloved.

I am the moth,

flying towards your flame,

only to be burned and ignored,

as if I were never there at all.