Author Charles Wharton Stork There is a spark dwells deep within my soul.To get it out into the daylight's glowIs my life's aim both first and last, the whole.It slips away, it burns and tortures me.That little spark is all the wealth I know;That little spark is my life's misery. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments