Candle

The world still turns
As time draws short
While the flame that burns
Uncovers the voided port
Which will destroy the candle

You cannot see it
Nor can they as they study
All looks well from outside
The flame burns as it should
They cannot see the void
Even though the candle
Can feel the wrongness inside

Stability gently wanes
Slowly compounding,
Thinning cylindrical panes
Yield to the void within
The candle is broken,
Its light gone out,

If only you understood
The flames gentle flicker
And known what the candle
Felt inside, before it was gone

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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