THE CANDLE
It's late , the candle ,Just a stub now ,
It's flame flickering ,
Burning low ,
The mist outside ,
Is thick ,
Laying low ,
Ground level ,
Wrap around ,
The ankles ,
No one dear venturer ,
Out ,
Bunglers decide to have ,
A night in ,
No sound ,
No sound of cars outside ,
All power off ,
No battery fore the radio ,
No hi fi , no music ,
No news ,
No nothing ,
Just that sound ,
The candle burns lower ,
The light flickers ,
The mist creeps under the dore ,
Through the window frames ,
House , fills with the mist ,
There is just that sound ,
A noise , of what? ,
The candle , flickers ,
The sound , the noise ,
Grows louder ,
The candle now ,
Just now just a mass of ,
Of melted wax ,
The wick now like a lighthouse ,
In the melted wax ,
Then the wick coughs , splutters ,
Out ,
The house plundered in to ,
Total darkens , totally black ,
No , worse than that ,
The house is plunged in to total ,
Darkness , the sound , falls silent ,
My hart pounds , the sound of silence
The only sound ,
Deafens ,
The mist spreads , fear now fills my very being ,
My hart beets loudly , like a base drum ,
My thoughts , my only company ,
The sound returns ,
Cant work out ,
What it is ,
My imagination , runs riot ,
I resolve never to eat cheese no more ,
While reading M R James!
The Dyslexic Poet
Ken D Williams
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2009-11-29 at 20:10
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