The Wick

I feel like a candle
Lit from within the wick

You’ll find my fire reaching out
Clawing against a waxy shell
Looking for room to breathe
And to dance upon a timely day

I often envy those whom quickly burn
From their heads and their feet
Both ends is a pretty effective way
If you’re hoping for people to see

But for all candles it ends the same;
The curse of fire will never fail
However bright we’ll just fall.
One puddle, made of wax

And just before that you find
As it breaks through its casing
That these flickers were practice
Learning to burn what I’m facing

You’ll behold grandiose performance
Built with fire, intrigue and woe
Maybe you’ll figure out why I did it
Or maybe I’m telling you now

Through that wax you can’t hear much
But -I- hear the flickers, all at once
And sometimes – they find voice

I feel like a candle
lit from within the wick
Until you come find me melting
You wouldn’t even know I’m sick

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This one is intended to be somewhat experimental from me because as anyone who’s read the rest of these posts so far know, I really like rhyming conventions – so I tried to break away from that, not completely divorce myself from it as can be seen, but just try to structure the rhythm a little differently.