Trembling tip of candle flame, reflecting in the windowpane
Does its hypnotizing dance inside a dark, cerulean frame
Staring through it grips me so, in darkness of the dining room
The evening prematurely dim; so sleek in its seducing gloom
Center of this empty house, a fireplace that chirps and cracks
Deep inside my humble shrine of burning wood and bleeding wax
Silence plays a violin to hypnotize my mental foes
Winds outside will soon join in and calcify my cares and woes
A sleeping cat, an empty plate, before me in this hour of late
My consciousness has done its deed, now slowly starts to dissipate
My eyes will soon play tricks on me, new phantoms in the darkness form
Fuzzy black amoebic shapes contorting here within the dorm
The time has come to draw the shades and put away the world outside
Midnight has a bed that’s made, prepared to rest my meeker side
Now it’s time to put to rest my nervous fears of destiny
I close my eyes and visualize as though my home were by the sea
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I like this poem and your ability to conjure up imageries. You are excellent. Keep it up!
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