Blow out the candle,
You can handle the dark,
What's a little flame of light in a dark, fiery pathway, anyway?
Blow out the candle.
No one else is here,
Just you and your mind...
Definitely not your greatest fear.
Put out the flame of hope and accept the grim reality.
Why wait to end things, when waiting is the Great Brutality?
Take a deep breath and sigh over the burning passion,
because it is sadly that you recognize that it would soon die.
Take out the light that makes you seen, for this is not fashion--
there is no roundabout strut, but a flicker for a last try.
Fear not, the monsters that will leer unseen,
Worry not about the sounds that get swallowed unheard.
If nothing prevails as it does in the dark then you'll be as fine as paradoxes are absurd.
You are the darkness.
The flame is the light.
There is always the struggle between the two, the fight.
While you can, put out the light, don't let it burn bright,
Let it leave watching an obscure sight,
Or you will be burned by its radiance. You won't survive.
So while it's still now, blow out the candle.
It's fine if you can't see as long as your alive.
YOU ARE READING
And Me...
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems that I've written and the others that I plan to write. I'm not claiming to be some epic poet, but I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for reading (if you read) and thanks for commenting (if you speak). Your choice :)
