Fire, Life, and Wax

A black candle lit for several years.
A small little flame that never blows out.
Even through all the stong winds.
The fire never goes away.
I has leaped and jumped.
And melted almost all the wax.
But it is still there and bright.
The tiny normal light stays put.
This colorful sun stays a float.
Even though the black storms are constant.
Most of the raindrops have fallen.
But they have collected as a pool in the bottom.
Some days it burns, the less the flame.
When it is bored, the flames lasts on.
Tornadic winds have ripped and stripped this shining gold.
But this orange gem never flies away.
It has twittered and fluttered.
Several times the flame had gone out.
Like a trick candle, it comes back on.
A magical miracle that comes along.
Never has it peaked, not even for a moment.
Tears have fallen because it refuses to reach heaven.
People have tried to kill it, to pull the plug,
As it's refusal occurs, each person walks away diappointed.

Life After Death

Several years ago on a Christman Night, A life died because of me.
That life was hurt in many ways but no one other than myself could see.
The pain it seems will never end, the hurt is here to stay.
The agony within my heart will never go away.
It seems that is impossible for me to make it through.
I was always scared even though,I'll still jump at the word "boo".
Don't attempt to offer me cures because they won't heal the pain.
I will say that the life I lost was lived in too much vain.
It's in all of my memories, even through the cries that come from you.
And in the monthes and years to come, they will help me make it through.
Yesterady I felt the dark despair, today I mourn and cry.
But from the seeds of memory my heart will multiply.
The torment seems to much to bare, the whole world seems insane.
But if their lives reflect through me that life will be just a stain,