The burning Candle and the spectator 054

The burning Candle and the spectator

There lies a spectator,
captivated with the burning candle,
the light it illuminate spills the room
how bright it is,

They are good companions,
the spectator afraid of darkness
the burning candle serving its purpose
how would it all end?

Neither of them knows really,
Will the spectator had enough
or the candle draw its last breath
what would happen then?

the candle will lost it lights
giving loneliness n darkness
the spectator will lose interest
gaining emptiness and hopelessness

Neither will knew anything
and when that day comes
be it good or bad
let it be memorable

for neither knows whether
its the burning candle
or the lonely spectator
it will become.

Living on a thread 053

Living on a thread

Walking a step at a time,
into a foggy encounter,
heading straight ahead
without a second thought

Though obscure infront,
the faith within
muster the courage
and gain the strength in need

Smooth sailing it wasn't
a path littered with thorns
blood been spilled and splattered
time is running out

a task almost impossible
be it a miracle or failure
the goal lies ahead
get there or die trying