Nirvana
Like the fading wick of a burning candle,
Whose flame withers with every breeze
You crave the dark peace that accompanies
Solitude
Rather than give authority of your fate
over to time alone,
You wish to extinguish the light yourself
To bring upon yourself that shroud of silence,
The passion for life
So put your lips to the fire, close your eyes
And relax
Take a deep breath in
This poem is about:
Me