The candle

It was the strangest thing.
The candle was only half gone
yet the wick burned down to the bottom,
the flame burrowing a narrow hole down, down
until it hit its premature end.
Some people might call the candle defective
burning out before its time
but perhaps it forgot to pace itself
or believed that getting to the end was the only goal.

© Meisaan Chan

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