I am a candle

Broken in two

By wilful delinquents

Now my life is through.

At one time proud,

With flame aglow,

Now I’m in a shroud,

With no face to show.

I’ve suffered – at whose hand?

What wrong did I do?

When once I steadily burned,

Am one now, who all constantly eschew.

With no thread of life

To hold up the broken trend

I shed a million waxen tears,

Has no one sympathy to lend?

My soundless tears greet the silence.

Oh Life! How can I cope?

Just wait…

What do I see on the horizon?

A faint glimmer… Oh hope!

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