Watching the candle burn made me sad.
A single flame thrashing from side to side.
It seemed so desperate. I think it wanted to escape.
Seeing the lonely flame so sad made me angry.
A cry for help too loud to hear, too bright to see.
That flame could be a fire if it weren't stuck in a jar.
Bright, burning, silent. That flame could do so much better.
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A cry for help
PoetryJust a little poetry compilation in progress. ------••------ Trigger warning- Depression. Self harm. Suicide. Break ups. Alcohol. ------••------ All poems are my own. ------••------ The model in the photograph is Ash Bournes- the photo taken by...
