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Mar 2012
A powercut.
Lights go out.
  Fetch some candles.
   Fill the blankness.

    Minutes pass.
     Eerie solitude.
      See that flame?
       It flickers.

        It flickers like us.
         Uncertain, unsure.
          Left, right.
           Sometimes neither.

            Rain outside.
             Wet windowpanes.
              Sad little droplets.
               The sky is crying.

                Wax burns.
                 Time burns.
                  It drips away.
                   Like the rain.

                    Like our lives.
                     Unless we change.
                      Be positive, fresh.
                       A new outlook.

Illuminated room.
A dazzling new glow.
  The lights tripped.
   Now back on. Fantastic.
Written: February 2012.
Explanation: My third poem for university in 2012. A poem I am very pleased with, it is about a powercut and two people whose lives are going nowhere. When the lights come back on, they hope for a new start, but the sarcastic 'fantastic' suggests otherwise. The structure was written to reflect the fact that the hope of these fictional characters was slipping away, with the final stanza showing how, even with the lights back on, the cycle is about to start all over again. The structure could also be said to resemble that of wax dripping on a candle.
Reece AJ Chambers
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Reece AJ Chambers  31/M/Northamptonshire, England
(31/M/Northamptonshire, England)   
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