Candle.

Another poem reflecting reccent events...

The flame burns bright,
Reflects in your eyes
A shinny, glossy stare
The mind meanders momentarily
Memory to memory,
Like skipping stones,
It only scrapes across the surface,
The surface of your mind
Until the thought becomes too heavy,
And it plunges into the depths of the darkness,
Your shadow
It's drowning you, but you smile anyway
Rethought,
Rephrased,
Refreshed
Like a sunset, the sameness settles in
The voices die,
Melting wax,
Could this be it?
One big breath,
The year?
Darkness