Analogy

By Kara Passey

I had such a wonderful feeling
But you disappeared
And took it with you
It seems all I have
Is the scrolling of a dying pen
And a knife in my hand
I dare not cut
Though the release is nice
There is someone who cares
So it's not alright
Life is like a burning candle
Flickering and ready to go out
At any given time
Melting wax is what your hopes and dreams are
Often building up
But at any time
Some curious finger can pick them up
And squeeze them into nothing
But a translucent residue
And all I can do is sit and compare
After my analogy
I'll never put out a candle
Again

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