Like Candle Wax (Poem)

I spend too much time

Looking longingly at the closet,

As if there's some part of me

Waiting behind its wooden doors.

As if somewhere among the ties,

Shirts, pants, and jackets,

Lies a part of me I desperately need.

But even if I were to put on that suit,

I would still feel like candle wax

Coming apart at the touch of fire,

A heavenly flame I once held so dear.

It's easy to look the part,

But being it is harder,

Especially when it is the past.

What I see lying in the closet

Is dignity and goodness once mine,

Lost in a night of betrayal and delusion,

For no love can bring back the dead.

My soul is the great Betrayer's now,

And no pretending will change that,

The guilty must serve his sentence.

-Zero