Emotional Distress


Like a wick I sparked so quick,
my candle melted down
to the base of my lick.

Flames claim my emotional distress,
slowly it smothered all my reserve.

Like a wick I sparked so quick,
my waxy frame began to restrain,
all my efforts to regain my stability.   

Now what is left of me,
is puddled on the floor. 

© By Amanda D Shelton

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