My candle has been lit
Time is running quick
The wax is dripping fast
This candle will not last
The wick is burning steady
But I am not at all ready
The liquid pool is rising
And the thought is surely surprising
That my candles about to burn out
And I am about to drown in doubt
My candle is gone
What have I done wrong?
29.3.16
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Paintbox
PoetryPoems from the inner corners of my brain, under my nails and the end of my paintbrush.
