THE BURNING CANDLE

I am just placed high on top

fire blazed just over my head

I cry all night for an extinguisher

but my voice is caught in the burning throat

so its just a tick and no tock

I see them, I hear them too

all of them going Dutch on laughter

screeches of forks and knives scratching the plates

all under my light,

I hiss in pain like an angry serpent

but they are all deaf

my eyes are tormented not to hold any waters

the tears that spoil everything around

but they are still blind

my disappearing life is in the wind

but no one cares if I perish

and I disappear for good

I die saving them all from the thickest of darkness

right under their nose

I am just a sea shore deserted

and never to be remembered.