Candle
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CJ Ward, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2021
Laying down in the brown dirt,
Blood staining the shirt,
Mud smeared across the face,
The grass a warm embrace,
Lips soft and still pink,
Life draining in a mere blink,
A white shade began to devour,
The olive skin as if going sour,
Open eyes fading quickly,
The sparkling green became more sickly,
Sprawled about upon the ground,
No one else was around,
Arms becoming limp by the side,
A burning candle slowly died,
It came down to just one spark,
And then, it went dark.