Candles Flame

Room Lit One Candle’s fame, avoiding the fire because of how one handles pain.

I’m forced in the corner by my own force, yet the shadows are only cold reminders of my remorse.

I’m telling the fame to understand that we don’t let my wrongs reflect my rights as we don’t let the dark affect the light.

It just stays there and burns, my legs moving slowly taking turns, hoping the form the light my mind learns, how to get the truth it so yearns.

Every step I take makes the floor from the step behind me disappear, so There’s nothing but forward as the room shrinks.

So as I walk closer the flame I see the things clearer, that the fire is really mirror.  

The flame merges with my hand wrapped like a rubber band, makes me feel like another man, for it don’t burn just give me a feeling I don’t understand.

I see myself from a different view, I tell myself that’s only going to be a minute or two, but tell the flame I’m going to end it with you.

Moments move slow, until I come to the Flame and blow.