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When i was little, i read a book about an owl, this poem is dedicated to that owl.
Owl
What is it that makes the owl so wise?
Is it that he sees what we don’t with his eyes?
Under night’s black cloak he stands witness
To broken homes, shattered hearts and souls in darkness
While we sleep on feathers soft and warm
His eyes watch closely until morn
The lowest of crimes in moonlit alleys
Innocent children, crying babies
He sees our dreams, hears our muffled tears
As moonlight and stars awake our fears
Ever watching throughout the night
Unblinking, focused, until morning light
Sober, steadfast, while the rest have flown
His wisdom borne from facing night alone
A lit candle
When i was in year 3, i was bullied, it made me scared of the dark. Mum went out and bought me a crystal candle holder. It’s made of white and pink crystal salts, its a wierd shape and its beautiful. I used to light it every night and fall asleep next to it. Eventually everything blew over, and so i put the candle away. About 1 month ago, i found the candle again, i lit it one night.
I flicked the match across the box, the fire flaring at the end of my finger tips. I dove the match into the rounded crystal, it met the candle’s wax, instantly turing blue and then it grew into a brilliant orange. I blew over the match, smoke cascading away from my breath. I crept back to my bed, and flicked off the lamp. The candle lit up the entire room, slicing through the black. Pink, flickering shadows danced on my ceiling, i watched, mezmerized as the candle coloured my room. The smell of the scented candle drifted over me. My head was deeply embedded into my pillow, my eyes getting heavy. Eventually i fell asleep. I awoke hours later, suffocated by darkness. i switched on the lamp, bleak, yellow light blocked my room. I walked over to the candle, wax was stained onto the edges, the wick stained a charcoal black. There was no more light. I moved back to my bed, switched off my lamp and fell back asleep.
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In the end, your life is nothing but a story.
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