The Neverending Day

A poem I wrote after church

The cool wind wheezes

Through the dark night room

One candle blazes

In the middle of the gloom

The milky wax drips to the floor;

All our broken dreams and more

That fall short of our goal

The blaze in our soul.

The fire is alive

A person that hides

It guides us along

Through the long road of life

It sings its song

That eases the strife

We fall many times

Through all our rhymes

Our falls are like water

Showing all the times we falter

It tries and tries to douse the flame

But all its efforts end up in shame

The fire blazes strong

A neverending song

An everlasting mercy

That keeps us from being thirsty

Through all our struggles

Our sins

Our water

It is there

It burns on with care

Guiding our way

Three persons in one

To the neverending day

Author's Note

Ignore the horrible conventions. I'm no good at punctuation with poems :)

Reviews

[Samantha Ashley*]

Nice job I like it!