A Smoldering Wick

By PoeticMeditations

A smoldering wick about to die,
An ember soon to be extinguished,
A final tear followed by a sigh.
Broken the heavy heart with anguish.

Changed from summer’s heat to winter’s chill,
Fevered love that once had burned so bright.
What once seemed so good is now but ill.
What once seemed so much is now but slight.

The whys and hows remain unanswered;
Nothing but sorrow and bitter strife.
May these last words remain uncensored.
May love flame again back into life.


About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century. The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
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