The Agony of the Flame
This night is like
Any night
But a candle knows best
And flickers
Dancing its own volition
I guess I’m lonely
Like the moth
I’m too intrigued
The darkness lingers
But it is not enough
I have come here to burn
You look at me
Your face the
Only thing I see
You smile
I smile back
But in the blackness
What difference does it make?
Philipos
Thu 8th Sep 2011 22:21
You make an interesting comparison with the moth. Enjoyed this.