User blog:Leijuli33/Candle (poem)

Its been a long time since I posted a poem but no one missed them soo :p

The soft light warms the bedside table

the bedside table stands up tall

the bed beside the bedside table

fits real snug against the wall

The soft light warms the idle room

where adult nor child moves

the dust resides nearby the broom

an empty bottle; alcohol

spilled like fallen tears, a volunteer

to be absorbed into the floor

the boards engorged from all

the hours liquid soaked

provoking fate to give a poke

and the table toppled over

lit the liquor and sober scene

became a drunken joke.

The soft light warms the little home

mischievously paints the walls

and as flames are left alone

its bearer giggles as it falls.