Candles

• Artist: Soamie
• Description: I thought of this poem when I was home alone. I was bored and not feeling very good so I lit some sweet-smelling candles. Then I became so interested in the flickering movements of the candle so I got out my notebook and wrote this poem: Candles
  
  Note: This is my original work so if you don't like it, bite me.
  But opinions that you suggest to my work better are welcomed and greatly appreciated.
• Date: 01/25/2009
• Tags: candles

I am alone.
I am looking into the Candle, swaying my body to the
slow, rhythmic movements of the dancing flame.
The candle is slowly melting away into nothing.
But it is okay because it will not be long before I fall into slumber.
Then, I feel as if the candle is slowly burning away me sense of time.
Time. What a useless mechanism of the mind.
My family has left, everyone else in the world asleep.
No one to talk to, and nowhere to escape my pain.
I am alone.