I am but a flickering candle.
One that someone meant to blow out but forgot about.
Meant to be a guide in the darkness but fails in daylight.
You see I am a breath away from being snuffed out.
I fear when I do blow out no one will even miss me until I become convenient to them.
Maybe that is all I was suppose to be just a convenience for others to enjoy.
Just like a candle.
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Thoughts of a Phantom
PoetryA collection of short pieces created by me about my life. They are styled in a similar format as spoken word poems. Some of the topics are a reference to my own experiences while some are a tribute to others who never got to tell their own. Possible...
