akingbehin daniel murphy

Rookie - 0 Points (18 march 1994 / lagos, nigeria)

The Flame - Poem by akingbehin daniel murphy

I'm standing in front of the silent
grave,
looking at your name, carved in
the stone.
A cold wind is swinging
branches of pines
in the dark graveyard without
any light.
Obscure clouds are overcastting
the skies,
restraining their sadness over
this sight.
Beside me, there's a candle on
the grave.
Its flame is floating over the gray
stone,
making mystic shapes, filling me
with fears,
flying as far as it can, hurrying on
its way,
leaving me lost and afraid, alone
in tears
like every shiny light you've taken
away.
The snowflakes are falling over
the grave.
Your name is disappearing from
the stone.
The fragile flame doesn't shine
anymore.
The last light of my life has
abandoned me,
following you up to the Heaven's
shore
to swim with you in the Paradise
sea.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, January 27, 2012


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