like a candle melting
hot little piecemeal pontifications
emerge from between the edge of lips
they’ll singe and sting for a bit
one utterance forward and two psychosis’ back
to a place where anxiety takes the reigns again
add in a bit of depression
where the blackness overrides the chaos
sleep becoming a refuge
like a candle doused
this flame inside extinguished
a life rising up as dead-smelling smoke
I Write Her 
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Oh, what a lovely poem, Susi. Wonderful. ❤️
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Thanks, Jeff! Glad you like it. 🙂
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Welcome, Susi. I did, indeed! 🙂
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A very touching poem Susi.
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❤ Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😇
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one match
flame on
stick lifted from the church
hurry get it over
and dip
the wick
on the candle
not on me
i see
hmmm
how funny
and sad too
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This is a very startling poem. It is rich in the texture of words…. I can see the smoke and feel the wax as it hardens….
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It was startling when it came up. Glad I could convey that, Val. ❤
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