Candle In The Wind

I blew in on the wind,
on a burning wick.

I grew until
my light began to fade,
like a flame,
but my amber’s burnt out year’s ago.

Smokey ash,
wafting through the air,
is all that is left of me.

A shadow left hallow,
and bear.

I was meant for a darkened room,
lit by my wayward spirit.
A wispy ghost,
a forgotten presence,
until my light was needed.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[C]

I love your poems! Haha You're so clever. :)

[Amanda]

Thank you, I read a lot it helps. :-)