You talked of candles

burning brightly and yet

as I sit here feeling uncomfortable

in my own skin

and the remains of a once good life

laying in pieces

time and time again

as I struggle with the infinite cosmic joke

played out, I want

to take the light-bulb wannabe, the shadow of a

sun ray and gently snuff it out,

I want to impale the candle

on to the head of my own hidden anxiety

and I would very much like to