This is part 2 of Death of a Candle.
The link to part 1 is below
Murdered
Killed in it’s prime
Strangled between fingers
Around it’s blackened throat
A serial killer
He’s done this many times before
Feels nothing in the fingers (tools of trade)
Doesn’t care – on automatic
Candle’s life ebbs away
It’s spirit spirals upwards
Hovering in transparent etherial clouds
Finally disappearing
Into the gloomy night
Don Matthews
October 2017
https://donmatthewspoetry.com/2020/06/22/death-of-a-candle-suicide/
