A Dying Candle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

My hopes and dreams are slipping between my fingers and soon, the candle will go out.

Many years ago,

A candle was aglow

With goals and dreams

Now tearing at the seams.

The wicks in the wax

And now I face the facts:

The goals have died.

The dreams were lies.

The light fades,

The shadows' parades,

Marching in closer,

Growing ever bolder.

Alone. No one around,

As the flame dies down.

Now all is dark,

Life is stuck in park.

Yet all one needs,

Is a little spark.

Submitted: December 08, 2013

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I like the poem so much. Not only can people relate to the metaphor of a candle, but it is painted in such a way, that when thinking of the poem, the you can imagine yourself in a dark room, with only a candle.

Mon, December 9th, 2013 5:24pm


Thanks, glad you liked it!

Mon, December 9th, 2013 4:09pm


Another brilliant poem by you. hmn. =)

Sat, January 25th, 2014 2:30am


Thank you, I appreciate your compliments!

Sat, January 25th, 2014 12:14am


Great metaphor and the message it sparks is one we could all use. Never let your candle burn out. Great penning.


Sat, March 22nd, 2014 12:45pm


Thanks angellyn, I appreciate the feedback!

Tue, April 8th, 2014 5:40pm

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