Alison's Images

The flickering light

Which betrays my trust

It darkens the room

It seems unjust

The candle that burns
With the wax that keeps dripping
Signals the end
Of my life, which is slipping

The guard keeps on waiting
Right outside my cell
Regarding the candle
Like the toll from a bell

At the last beam of light
He’ll march through the door
And lead me away
I’ll come back no more

So I sit here in silence
The end is so near
The light keeps on dimming
The time’s almost here

The darkness condemns me

No more will I tread

Past trees, streams or rivers

They’re cutting my thread

This darkened room fills me with doubt

And suddenly the light goes out

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I like the basic idea but man it’s put together really oddly . . . that’s what you get for writing poetry during classes.

I might try to redo this when I have some spare time.