Candle In Heaven

• Olive Clements-mccreadie, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

I am lit and burnt to the end of me,
I sit there until I am blown away by the swift gust of air, the pain stops,
I heal again but I still have something missing,
I tremble, knowing i'm not the same,
The air that I used to breath in,
My heart that used to beat,
My mind that created my dreams, are all gone,
Each day fire returns until there is nothing left of me,
It takes a part of me and it will never return until I reach the rest of me,
The flame flickers and dances away, laughing as it slowly devours me,
A pool of blood lay on the top of me and shall harden up with me,
The flame twists and turns and the smoke rises,
I look up and watch myself go,
Evaporating in to the midst of my new life,
Up in the sky with the clouds and looking down at the rest of the world,
I realize I am now burnt and forgotten and will never be thought of again