The Candle - Poem by Lynn Stillman
Tonight I lie wide awake in my room.
Too afraid of the horrific dreams,
that plague me.
It gives me too much time to think.
My thoughts always taking the negative turn.
One sense is filled,
by the night blooming jasmine.
I am a candle, slowly burning down.
Flickering with a little bit of hope.
Candles can shine so brightly,
but only in the darkness.
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