23 October 2012

Sitting at the head

Of a long empty table.

I'd manage a smile,

If I were able.

Humming the pitchy tune

That echoes through the room.

A cake in front of me,

No one else will consume.

Frosting slabbed on,

Candles stabbed in.

Flickering candles

Are the only warmth on my skin.

Draw in a breath

And let it out slow.

Leaving me in the dark.

No more dim glow.

A wish seems pointless,

So I leave that part blank.

No presents around,

So no one to thank.

From the dark,

My eyes begin to ache.

So I sit there alone,

With my birthday cake.

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