Candles

Maybe we should start to realise people need help

Maybe it’s that fact that the world is made up of the wax of candles,

Melting falling dripping,

Until it becomes another candle,

This candle is less useful as now it is deformed but it still works well,

But only if someone takes the time to meld it or put in another string,

Because all things can be fixed,

If someone takes the Time to fix it,

But in most cases the candle would have been thrown away,

Left to mellow in the darkness,

Remembering the world it has now left.