Douse The Candle Flame Poem by Sarah Persson

Intentions that I wander to,
The mist is sometimes thick,
My eyes, they search through tiny gaps,
To find the core, the candle wick.

Once the wick is found I find,
The tricks it plays within my mind
And all intentions crumble down,
I have no voice, no words I find.

It leads me to this darker place,
But it is here that I can rest,
No expectations glance my way,
No crowded rooms, no time of day.

A place where I can lay my head,
To hide away and settle down,
A place where I can close my eyes,
And douse the candle flame, just drown.