Who gives a damn?
You do.
I don't.
I held a candle once
so close to my breath
that I blew it out.
Living with wisps
suits me more.
The one in your hands,
you covered it
to keep it safe.
But your eyes were on me,
not
where it should have been.
And it boiled within the shadows,
the wax melting your fingers.
Oops.
Too late.
I helped you
by extinguishing the flame.
Not my fault
if you clung on to the afterimage
long after it's been gone.
You suffer
only because you want to.
Sayonara.
The clock has already moved on.
What about you?
A contest entry
- Titles Contest by chasingwhiterabbits.
690 points, ended May 31, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critiques appreciated!
Comments
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I truly enjoyed this.
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thank you! i'm glad!
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This is an excellent free verse poem. I love the question posed in the last line, and I really like the message about suffering. Your imagery with the candle is nice too.
Thank you for entering my contest. -
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I'm delighted to know you liked this piece, considering that you prefer rhyme to free verse. Thanks loads for the prompt.. I was beginning to think it'd be aeons before my muse sparked up again.
bless ya!
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