Candle
Slowly now, there’s shattered glass
Slowly now, the moment has yet to pass
Tonight, the crackle of bones
Haunt the halls
Like weathered moans
Of fortune's fool
A candle, beguiled
Flickers and feigns its flame
As insecurities and guilt
Brand their name
The body’s older, still,
It hurts just the same
Scarlett footprints keep pace
With the sway of keys
A torrent of unopened doors
Is all the mind sees
Late is the hour
And anxious resolve sets
Alas, the more evident panic
The worse it gets
For every feeling a season
For every second a reason
Tred slowly now, slowly.
Copyright © Christian Sean Acevedo | Year Posted 2020
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