My hate flickers like the flame on this candle;
No thoughts to fuel this fire.
Can I feel anything now?
Have I lost the ability somehow?
Did someone steal it from me?
I saw it drift by last night,
Washed away by the rain.
I don't want to ask anything of you,
Because the answers are never there;
You never hear a word I say.
I guess it's just not what you want to hear,
And what that is; I don't know.
I don't feel the same,
Don't believe the same as you.
My love flickers like the flame on this candle,
No one around to fuel my fire.
Death has taken my joy-
Stolen all my friends away,
And I shall have my turn,
My time to send back
This gift
That was handed to me.
Sometimes it feels like there is nothing ahead, doesn't it? Those are the times I turn to God, put my hand in His, and let Him show me the way. Very good write, John.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
Peace. Joyce