Burning Candle

Pituitary reeks of wrinkles
whose advent adverse
as a bad breeze
blows at your bare brilliance.

Adrenaline billows hands
around your virile yellow,
bright in the teeth of bad breeze
as a grain animate in humus.

Till wrinkles wrap hands
in shrouds of flabby folds,
bare your fragile flame
to bad breezes brutal breath

And out your yellow flame will go
in time with breeze's harsh triumph
for burning candles melt their wax
as scribbling ballpoints sap their ink.

poem by Oluchukwu Ifechukwu
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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