Little Candle Light

Aloysius D'Souza

I sit in my dark room,
Surrounded by her lament,
My ears enjoy the somber melody,
And my body welcomes the pleasant cold.

I set alight my little candle,
Its flame though be minute,
Its amber flames burn bright.
And brings ample light,

I sit in the corner where I placed it,
I snuggle near its tiny flame,
Its warmth is so sweet — enough.
More than what I could ask for.

I open my book in the dark,
Little candle light brings enough sight,
I’m still surrounded by her grief.
I sit in my room reading.

No better music to ask for than rain herself,
Nor any light bigger than my little candle.

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Aloysius D'Souza
Aloysius is a wandering poet and an unapologetic feeler who spends his days writing essays, poems, and emotional autopsies, often stitched with humor, grief, and the soft chaos of being human. His work drifts between introspection and social thought, exploring identity, tenderness, and the strange poetry hiding in ordinary days. When not wrestling with metaphors, he overthinks conversations, and searches for beauty in small, easily-missed moments. Aloysius writes to understand life, and sometimes just to survive it — one line, one feeling, one quietly honest truth at a time.