candle stick

On a ledge upon the window
A lonesome candle rests on the shelf,
Flickering with a haunting glow
As it slowly melts itself.

The yellow light of the enchanting flame
With a haze surrounding it,
Drowns out the darkness of my shame....
I wonder why it was ever lit.

The only light in a world of black,
Illuminating all my sorrow,
Replacing everything we lack
With that lonely, haunting glow.

On the shelf, that lonesome candle....
I quietly grasp the handle.