u/Plume_Bloom

Sometimes I feel

like a candle with no wick

A smooth ball of wax

for flames to trick

Pleasant on the outside

but no purpose within

For what is a candle

without means to an end?

A flicker of spark

strikes me so fierce

but with nothing to catch

It fades like the years

I wait for the day

that my wick will show

to bring back the light

that once ignited my soul

New to writing poetry and this thread as well. I’m open to any and all feedback.