Plip plop
The wax drops
Pooling up on the saucer's top
Smoky fragrances
Ease the anxieties
Tension
Calming me
As the wick
With its wicker like twine
Combusts
Burning with it
Every bit
Of wicked wit
It's bliss then
This candle is my friend
But the wick
Must reach its end
And as the lights go out
With it
Is my sanity
As anxiety
Tension
And all manner of insane thoughts
Rush in
As hope is again blocked
Happiness is locked
Only darkness and terror
Remains in these thoughts
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Pandora's Box
PoetryA collection of poetry inspired by everyday life, love, pain and heartbreak. Basically my thoughts and reflections. Each poem, a reflection of either the words in my heart, the words in my mind, or the words on my tongue. Almost always though, they'...
