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The candle Burns Never More
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The candle Burns Never More |
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Ravenlearns2fly Member
since 2000-02-28
Posts 71 |
The Candle Burns never more A Child Awaits Forgotten.. ..all alone with in the darkness.. ..a child weeping.. ..waits in fear. ..time now draws near For you must.. .. descend the staircase.. ..to hear his desperate cries.. ..so make haste my friend.. For time is short... ..the candle burns.. the child ..in anguish cries .. why? Imprisoned by an angry soul...whom chose to live in hate For in shadows cast of yesteryear....a parent left alone. The little child knew not why....the parent left to roam. In pain he knew not where to lash ....he banished to the dark. All within that would ever love....childhood innocence of heart. To maintain control of his shattered past.....he developed then a mask. Now both the jailer and the prisoner of....his perception held of past. Yet when alone within the darkness...he hears a child cry. Denying that he does exist....to validate his reasons why. With a heat of anger he ventures forth....a path way marked by dread. Ignoring the cries that haunt him....to life hangs by a thread. Those that gave their friendship ....he viewed as simply weak. In return he chose to share with them...no more than his deceit. With-in the darkness, for those in search .... a candle will guide the lost. Yet may burn the hands of others....who weigh not the final cost. With in darkness, a soul must venture forth.. for found within is what we seek. The imprisoned child holds forgiveness.. a child’s heart..create a soul complete. The inner child holds the memory...in darkness still he waits. Alone behind a wall he fights....demons your mind creates. They seek to destroy the candle....snuff out its burring light. To end the only chance you have....to find your way..back through the night. The candles flame no longer burns....the demons to him now call. The child hides to escape the shadows....in fear behind the wall. You chose to live in darkness.....weighed not the finial cost. Bluffed your way threw life....you will remain.. forever lost. Holding on to memories bitter .... left you no room to place a door. No life within to feed the flame .....the candle for you burns.... now never more. Entombed...is for all time this within forgotten child. your demons won the game as he now succumbs.. to your bitter darkness.. like you.. he will for an eternity remain. Forever more.. the candle burns no more Raven Legros (c)02.25,2000 |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Raven, I woud say a multi colored garment, full of holes and hope. But very well done. |
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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
Very interesting and unique poem. It seems like a good one for Dark Passions... |
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MyPenNameIsSam Member
since 2000-03-06
Posts 94usa |
....yet candles have a remarkable ability to be re-lit once they've been snuffed out....---molly Fleeting World "Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world: A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream; A flash of lightning in a summer cloud, A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream." -from the Diamond Sutra, translated by : A. F. Price -- found in Teachings of The Buddha, edited by Jack Kornfield |
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