Witty Wallflower

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Dying Flame

A match flares in the darkness

and falls to the floor

Fingers of bright flame creep

across the cold, black stone,

throwing shadows on the wall

and warming the heart of the marble

like a lover's embrace

 

But with no fuel to sustain its passion

and no fond embrace in return

the red flame slowly dies

into a gray puff of smoke,

and the marble is left to cool alone

with only the faint scent of burning

lingering in the air


Mirror

Thoughts escape into the night air

crying out, is anyone there?

Desperation, pent-up frustration,

The mind's own violent mutilation

carried through to the things you do

Now you are laying, suspended in pain

that sick smile on your face again

I thought we chased this person away

from the dark of night and light of day

The turmoiled emotions you express

hiding the reasons for your distress

The many escapes you try to use,

the body you abuse

Your body can't take much more,

your body is tired, cold, and sore

Let me know how to help you

how to stop the things you do

I look at you and all I see

is my reflection looking back at me. 


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