A Candle Without Its Wick

Flower petals on my door step

Led me to your arms

Poems fell on me like leaves in a storm

Adoration, overwhelming, suffocating

Now dissipating

Change takes its form in silence

Too quiet to be seen

To loud to avoid

Pounding my brain, my heart

Destructive, destroying, desecrating

Contemplating the darkness

Searching for lightness that once dwelled

Now loneliness swells my skin

About to burst from the pressure

Ready to run head first back into yesterday

Now I am unfurled and scathed

Just a lonely lily pad searching for its toad

A book in search of its shelf

A candle without its wick