I'm A Candle Date: Wednesday, 3rd November 2010 @ 08:43:46 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: lesoleilnoire In the darkest hour of the night, I sit alone in candlelight. Staring at the wax dripping down, I look at the candle’s tear-dropped crown. An inanimate object to some—a kindred spirit to me I feel as if my flame will soon flee. My wax is down to a tiny stump; Time will turn me into a lifeless lump. So much do while the flame lingers; Will life escape between my fingers? The darkest minute of the darkest hour I feel the candle’s magic powers. This poem is Copyright © lesoleilnoire Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=163049