Poetry Tuesday – Flame

I often find myself aimlessly thinking

About what life is really about.

The conclusion I reach

Is always the same:

I simply don’t know.

We can continue to sit here,

You and I,

But as the hours pass,

The wick on which the flame burns

Shortens until the flame dies.

In the darkness, you look at me,

But I fail to see you, really see you.

From your tired mouth, these words:

“Life is that flame.”

11.08/02

Author: Cynthia "Cyndi" Hilston

Cynthia Hilston is a thirty-something-year-old stay at home mom of three young kids, happily married. Writing has always been like another child to her. After twenty years of waltzing in the world of fan fiction, she finally stepped away to do her debut dance with original works of fiction. In her spare time – what spare time? – she devours books, watches Doctor Who and Game of Thrones, pets her orange kitty, looks at the stars, and dreams of what other stories she wishes to tell.  

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