The whole room could have <br />Been in pitch darkness; if not for <br />The blue flame of the candle light, <br />This was the only thing visible. <br />Other things are barely seen <br />Only a flicker of the door handle <br />Some of the frames on the wall <br />The windows of the house unlocked, <br />Allowing gentle breeze to sneak in <br />Blowing the candle light <br />Tables and others were upturn <br />The door to the bathroom left ajar; <br />The ash tray has a cigarette butt <br />The flicker from the candle stick <br />Reveals more of the room. <br />On the floor lies a red flower, <br />And right besides it lies <br />A dead man.<br /><br />David Oladipupo Olorunshola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-candle-light-4/
