Candles, all our lives may be;
Tiny fires for none to see.
With light snuffed out, would we be naught?
Flames memory, itself, forgot.
With no-one to remember,
Our blaze fades to an ember;
Remembrance’s surrender
Extinguishes our splendor.
Our vain candles were consumed
As a fierce inferno bloomed,
Leaving only char and smoke
While amnesia’s dusk awoke.
As each thought incinerates,
Nostalgia reinvigorates;
Yearning for a feeble past,
Hopeful, hopeless, burnt at last.
A still and senseless silence
Ousts the smoldering violence,
And the hush creates a cache
Caging memory in ash.
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