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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