Candle-Related Poetry

Histrionic diary entries, angsty yearbook scrawlings, and really bad poetry brought back from teenagerhood and the other side of cool. Dates may be omitted and names may have been changed, but rest assured these are legit.

Poem from November 20, ’92

“The candle lights
I look for him, but he is gone…
I feel alone, without anyone.
The candle flames
But it does not comfort me.
I hear a scream, from where?
The candle burns low.
It has almost gone out.
The scream is still there,
But it is a whisper now.
The candle goes out.
I am in nothingness, darkness, and nothingness is wonderful.
The screaming stops, as I lay down and dream.
A good dream.”