The table sways
The dark abyss that surrounds us
Is only brightened by the light
Of the sixteen candles
Shifting, side to side
The table does not sway
It is the room
For it is living
Breathing, I watch the walls
They breathe as well
These candles which dimly light
This tragedy, start to dim even more
One by one they go out
Each time one goes my heart sinks
My breathing shortens
And when the very last candle is about to dissipate
The room becomes black again and ceases to sway
And a tear rolls down my face
As I collapse
To nothing
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
The table sways
The dark abyss that surrounds us
Is only brightened by the light
Of the sixteen candles
Shifting, side to side
The table does not sway
It is the room
For it is living
Breathing, I watch the walls
They breathe as well
These candles which dimly light
This tragedy, start to dim even more
One by one they go out
Each time one goes my heart sinks
My breathing shortens
And when the very last candle is about to dissipate
The room becomes black again and ceases to sway
And a tear rolls down my face
As I collapse
To nothing