It was slow, agonizingly slow!
When every candleflame that shows
how you pulse with spirit and life,
is pinched out by the very fingers
of someone who once loved you!
Love lost brought a cold, dark wick.
Some smoke still sputters in defiance!
Could that flame spark again between us?
Is it vain to hope so?
Or is it foolishness?
Companionship lost brought shiverings.
The arctic reality of loneliness – terrible, a
candleflame pinched by a ghost in my past.
Is it vain to search again?
Or is it hopelessness?
Every damn candleflame of my soul
that ghost from my past pinched out…
That day, my heart iced over.
And as the years have passed,
the ice has thickened, harder to love.
Biblical scripts attest Hell to be a place
of unending torment in the confines of fire.
I say, Hell is this life! Heaven may exist.
But! I also say, Hell is frigid and frozen.
A good heart, longing to thaw…
Powerfully penned, Daniel. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
I missed this one, Daniel. You express yourself so well.
I’ve been there. Yes, I write about love, but the fact is that I’ve hardened my heart so no one can hurt me.