I am but a little candle,
Burning bright,
Used to lengthen the light,
My wick, my core, my inner strength,
My flame his temporary heat.
All the while he searches the dark,
For some form of electricity.
As I melt beneath the flame he caused,
His eyes wander close and afar,
And I, in his clutch,
Unknowingly his temporary fix,
Am loyal to the end.
And he?
He set me aside,
Blew out my flame,
And walked away.
I was the little candle,
Whom once burned bright,
Now I’m but a blackened wick,
Tortured for his delight.
Beautiful and deep. Enjoyed it very much.
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Thank you, it means a lot. ❤️
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So sorry. I know it hurts like H__l now. But, the sooner you discover you’re being used, the sooner you can get away to a better situation. I’ve been there and done that. 😉
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Lovingly aching
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Thank you, it definitely feels it!
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This is so lovely..
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Thank you, I’m glad you like it. ☺️
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This is beautiful 😊🖤
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Thank you, I’m glad you like it. 💖
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you, I’m glad you like it. ☺️
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Deep! Loved it!
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Thank you 😊
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