Note To Self

The candles light mouses through the dark Shimmering against random shadows Of images the night brings to life Like a dying ember gasping for breath The flame sputters and smolders into smoke Lingering up the air disappearing into fear Blackness haunts the tired mind and weary hearts Sounds of winter brace cold against the window Heavy the tired soul falls into slumber Buried under blankets for warmth survival Note to self, electric bill due 2nd week of the month.