doomed if I do, doomed if I don’t



an adornment now- 
I sit on the side-table 
rueing my wick less days
I want the dark nights
with only me as a light

the blue you see
is a smudge on me
my yellow base
wants to catch fire
silently watching the wires

if you can’t use me
why don’t you break me
I would prefer to be buried
in earthy soil, 
water soothing my fire

“get a wick and let me get on with it”

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