Candle of Life

poetboy123

A red wisp upon a stick of wax

Constantly twisting and shriveling

Until one day it simply

dies out

 

Are there any ashes to prove it was ever even there?

Can anyone still see the fading smoke in the air?

Has the wax already become solid once again?

Was there ever a candle to begin with?

 

It has left no charring black mark upon the wall

All the heat has waned into a blistering cold

No signs of any previous light amongst the dark

The burning smell has already gone

Perhaps

It was never even there

 

 

  • Author: poetboy123 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 5th, 2017 16:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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