I spent some time tonight Watching The flame of a candle. How like my life That flame Seemed to be. Burning steady. My childhood. Wavering. Smoky. Adolescence. Steady. My career and Finding someone to love with All my being And Without shame. Wavering. The collapse of my dreams. Steady. My recovery from my illness… …and then it came to me That when the rising sun Turns the darkness Of my room to light It will be nought But the herald of a new day. A day like yesterday And the hundreds of yesterdays Before that when If the telephone rings The voice won’t be that Of anyone I’d love to hear But a stranger Trying to sell something I neither want nor asked for And that the only voice That would echo off these walls would be Mine When I shout at the computer For not Doing what I want it to do. It came to me too that my life Is and will remain Bleak And boring And empty Until I depart this Mortal coil… …I blew the candle out.
Posted on: Tue, 20 Aug 2013 21:45:12 +0000
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