CANDLE  FLAME

This is another night, of your cold winters wrath
Always beating down my back about the past,
This night, this life I live holds no love,
But I do always try to forgive,
I hold on to your arm, saying I had enough,
it is very late to feel this kind of pain,
by far into the night,
I could hear the old bell ring in its dull tune,
while the hours are passing,
anger is glancing,
while words of thunder on his tongue,
if only he could see his own reflection on his face
what would he think?
while he is acting this away,
the mirror is power,
like a candle that shines by far
Yet the reflection is still there,
While the candle flames dance around
Seeing all the shapes and colors it makes,
the mirror doesn’t lie all the time,
like what is going on to night,
Words of lies are very violent to the heart
Just like the shadows hunting for a soul
In a world that is to cold,
Were blood stain ink being put on the walls
down the hall where my body lays
Where you left me to bleed away,
Scratches are on your back,
Where I marked you up,
On your neck, you have a scratch deep enough
So, when you look in the mirror,
You will remember me,
on that cold September night,
you gave me a fright,
While I looked around my darken room
I could see the shadows of our past
Of you and I in a fight;
Oh, how this makes me cry,
I would watch the clock while the candle burn,
I hold my breath until I felt safe again,
Then I looked around and you were gone.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery