Flickering Flame

The flickering flame casts a shadow

Yet it sheds light too,

Left in the dark with no light source but you,

The flame got snuffed and the lights went out

Thirsty for acceptance but stuck in a drought

Let the hot wax drip,it is hot to be felt

A major burn I guess I was dealt

Feel the warmth or get burnt for being wreckless

Im wearing this agony like a cursed locket necklace

Take a cigarette lit off the flame and flick the ash

Discarded.i am a vial piece of trash

Not a day goes by where I forget of that feeling

The way I got burnt has now left me seething

I was warned the flame was blistering hot

But cold brittle wax whats left I have got

I want the light to come back,I want the wick to burn

For the warmth and its presence it shed,everyday I yearn

Have you heard about the matchsticks?

They are brittle and weak,

They are useless and faulty and their mind,they don’t speak

Cold and liquefied,have you got ignition for me?

The spark I have isn’t enough,can you not see?

My candle Has broken,the string wick is blackened

It can serve one more purpose though,I’ll tie up some loose ends

Because it seems just impossible to make true amends

From my side I ignite,but it all comes to nothing,

It ends in a fight

So it seems I will snuff out the burning string

I’ll just go to sleep,with the thought of the candle in my dreams

That’s all that can stay true.the ignition is me..

And the Candle Is You..