Perfect Fool

Rookie (03/01/90 / Knebworth, Hertz)

Incense Stick - Poem by Perfect Fool

A glowing ember
Slowly smouldering bit by bit
Ebbing away hour after hour
Silently burning out

Diminishing and weakening
Growing smaller by the second
Frail and fragile mist seeps up
And creeps amongst the dark

Gently slipping away
Falling piece by piece
Shimmering in the black
Of a depressant room

Lightly deteriorating
Going down and down
Deeper into the shadows
Denying light, it spoils the effect

Mutely dying, wordlessly
I am nothing but an incense stick
Burning and fading
Till I'm nothing but cold ash

Comments about Incense Stick by Perfect Fool

  • (9/1/2005 6:42:00 AM)

    I like the comparisons, although an incredibly sad write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 31, 2005

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