A Withering Flame

A flame-
A single candle
remains lit in the darkest of rooms.
Ashes.
They fall helplessly to the ground.
Withering away.
Lifeless.
As the wax slowly dwindles
and drips down the sides,
the flame begins to leave,
The burnt wick barely supports
the gentle flame.
The hot-liquid wax is overbearing.
It rises,
and encompes the little flame.
The single innocent flame.
A single candle remains.
It sits in the darkest of rooms.
Where no light can be found.
No life to be created.
 

Reviews

[Dominic Rosales]

Interesting the subjects and ideas you get, that's a sure hint that writing is in your blood, and your descriptiveness is very interesting, the way some one would normaly describe a melting candle is, a wick disappering in the flame of melting wax, but you found and produced a way to write it in many, many lines, and without loosing interes.
Good job, keep it up

[Tate Morgan]

It is hard to watch another whither and die .As with the flame they eventualy go out.And our love for them still remains

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Sometimes I feel like that withering frame in a dark room. Lifeless...but then I am bombared by beautiful little smiling faces and a loving husband that as fuel to my flame lol. The poem was very consistent and flowed beautifully like water off of a deltoid leaf...beautiful. Excellent read!

[Andrew'sWonderland]

Very descriptive!! I love how you make the imagery real to your readers!! Excellent job and Keep up the great work!!