A flickering candle burns,
swallowing the darkness
with all of its courage.
Flaming
as waves pass,
salt scorching
the beauty of beeswax.
I wonder who lit this metaphorical breath.
Who first saw the tiny point in the distance,
the night melting away into the mystery unknown.
Did they make it out alive?
Or did they succumb to the darkness
drawing into the frigid depths
with the anglerfish,
A sea of darkness
taking snuff
to the light.
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A Perpetual Existence: A Collected Work of Poems and Verse
PoetryHi, I'm Juliana. What you see here is every poem I've ever written (minus a few drafts that I don't feel comfortable posting). Thus, some of them are gems (see An Arbor to the Moon, The Quiet, or Hamster), and others I fully understand if you read t...
