
My passion is a candle
Waiting for its match
A flame to be lit –
To burn bright

My passion is a candle
Waiting for its match
A flame to be lit –
To burn bright
I sold myself
For moments of temporal joy
Pleasure was my gain
Only then
To languish in my pain
Dead bees and green trees
Burning heat and blue seas
Joys and sorrows intertwined
Death and life – expanding skies
Panic is rising
Rising up and
Light is growing
Growing dimmer
While darkness
Is darkening
I steel myself
Trying to keep
Safe from
Demons inside
Rising up to
Throttle
My heart
Not knowing
Where to go
Or where to turn
I hold myself
“Be empty of worrying.
Think of who created thought!”

I have no point to prove
Wish there was more to say
Or even more to share
But I have no words
To say to you
The hurt runs deep and wide
Like blood flowing through my veins
It never goes away
I’ve learnt the lesson
Will live to tell
