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.
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