Candelabra

Candelabra

A Poem by Darkyshadow

Tonight
Half-lit matchstick on the floor
Which flares up this dying ore
Hapless I am, the man who holds
Miserable I am, the man who folds.

Yesteryear
Two half-lit matchsticks on the floor
Which blazed this definitive ore
Fortunate I was, the man who called
Ecstatic I was, the man who told.

Sooner
Unlit matchstick on the floor
Won't set fire to this fixed ore
Halfway I will, the man who'll prove
In the end I will, the man who'll move.

© 2017 Darkyshadow



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Added on September 27, 2017
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Darkyshadow
Darkyshadow

Tanauan City, Batangas, Region 4-A, Philippines



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