The Wick Of Dreams
The candle had melted,
The light of hope panted, struggling to breathe.
Whirling in the shallow wax of life, never giving up.
Hoping to revive from the murky realism.
Life is bewildering but this demise is awaited.
This phase almost neared its end, end of its very existence.
This is her story.
Her story, story of that girl.
The girl who travelled alone,