Saturday, December 20, 2008


She blew out the candle and made herself boss
She removed the light and I'm feeling the loss
She messed up the image, turned it to moss
Now all is darkness

The candle smoulders, has hope returned?
It flickers a while, my stomach churns
But the flicker dies out and hope is spurned
Now all is darkness again.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I would love to know the thoughts behind the poem.