Candle-Light Shadows

Candle-Light Shadows

Here I am, stand me now sitting
With obscured vision of escaping shadows.
Of new dwellings, feelings and thoughts
I teeter long and hard.
A latching lamp of wax deters my ramble,
Ails my sense of forethought
So far removed from a being which eludes me.
Tempered to hone a bright blade
Dripping with antipathy.

I question which of you fulfills resolve,
Whom from amongst you offers sweet solace.
And what is there left to sing of
As the sun slowly forgets to rise?

In answer...

Silence.