The Flame

November 14, 2009
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The flame dances in the dark of night
She sits alone next to it and weeps
She is trying to okay with all her might
She almost stops crying but then the thought upon her creeps

The flame is blurred through her tears
She sits there just starring at the bright flame
She watches it as her thoughts clear
She sits sorting her thoughts looking for someone to blame

She sees the answer for the question at hand
She leans over and blows the candle out
She knows how to make the problems land
She stands and goes to bed without a shout.

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JennaBeth said...
Mar. 14, 2010 at 7:14 pm
I love the mystery in this poem.
emilyj93 said...
Jan. 23, 2010 at 4:46 pm
This is so interesting! I love the repetition and Ive read it a couple times and still can't figure out what it means. keep writing!
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