Wax Shapes

and because I lived
with a'thousand souls
behind me, I've reached
a'million clouds of darkness.

Forever surviving fallen bricks
upon my spine has left me
bruised beyond recognition.

Cadavers remain envious
of my will to breathe
as skeletal trees embrace
what is left of the light
within me.

I am nothing more than
a dimming candle
and yet the true essence
of me;

melts away, hardening
into shapes that will
forever stay embedded
upon a hardwood floor.