Even though the candle  

                 Burns brightly.

There was no warmth.


This wick has been cold
                       For more time,

           Than others know.

My wick burns negative,
        My light is cold against

The realities of life's burning
                    Ambition.


I want to be warm,
      But even though I'm bright.


My flame holds no furnace.

           Just embers that are cold