Before I leave

an anon asked me to post this a little while ago;my first poem in probably over a year. it’s not all that great. it’s just a bunch of words strung together that rhyme, really. so my apologies. thank you for reading.

Here sits a candle

Burning ever so bright

Burning the wax, the wick

Emitting it’s little light

Filling up the room

With comfort and warm

air that can brush away any bad,

any horror that may form.

But this candle can burn

And only burn for so long

Then there comes a time when the warmth

and the light is not so strong.

The wax slowly melts away

Drop after drop

The wick buns to a stub of ash

And the little fire stops.