Flame Out Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Flame Out



Once a flourishing flame,
it flickers and ebbs in the darkness of despair;
with nothing left to give
it simply burns out.
Its smoke trail leaves a heavy stench
bad as death when the soul stops fighting.
No wax, no wick, no more will to go on;
it faints dead away
unable to bring light to another day.

Monday, January 24, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: despair
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