Candle Light

A candle lit for my past.

For there is no return.

Remember why i'm here.

As all my memories shall burn.

They burn like a book.

A set flame in the night.

Unleashing my deepest secrets.

If only this would make things right.

Maybe I am right.

I'm starting to think its too late.

There is nothing I can do.

I think I have met my fate.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Fires appear to burn with more brilliance
in the night and consu;ming ,those flames
force one to give up mysteries that would
otherwise be unnoticed.
Nothing is ever made right, but the cleansing
flames remind others that we are all one .
None of us will ever escape the flameing conscience
that reminds us of traversing the wrong path.

Beautiful poem, creatively constructed.

Thank you,
----- Eagle Cruagh

[RandomBookLover]

Very nice. I could easily agree with this! You have a beautiful way of constructing your poems. I love the way you rhymed throughout it. I loved it! Great job. :):)

[InsanityIsBeautiful]

Thank you very much!!.

[E.V. Black]

Very ominous and foreboding.