The burning candle like my life

The candle burns bright.

I watch the flame burn to nothing,

just like my life.

It slowly burns away.

Day by day.

Night by bight.

The wax like my feelings

just drip away and hardens.

I light a cigarette and watch it burn,

burn like the candle.

The candle still burns and so does my life.

I try to blow it out yet it wonít go out,

like my life.

As the candle burns my life passes me.

I sit and count the passing hours.

I wonder if thereís anyone who loves me or cares for me.

Now all thatís left is the burning candle ,

wax dripping,
like my life.

Like my feelings.

The burning candle like my life.