Korban (Sacrificial Offering)

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the molten wax of my burning,
burn I, a wick unquestioning,
seeking but to spread the light,
pondering not my rights,
nor my freedom of choice.
I suffer, as I give myself
in tormented self-immolation,
to make your moments a memory,
blind beyond the shadows you cast,
you live remembering only the light.

In the prime of my life,
you snatched me from my being,
a petal at a time,
you plucked out of me,
crushing me, you savored my fragrance,
which I gave to the world, liberally.
In the beauty of my being,
I gave joy to those who see me,
in seeking to possess me,
why then have you destroyed me?

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Author: Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.