Torches

A solitary ember
All I’ve got
Lighting the way
Through turmoil and
The decadent place I call home
I see dust gathered in corners
Copulating with spherical memories
Adrift in the dark hallways
And curvaceous highways of
My miserable mind.
Too much to hold
My glass is overfilled
With an unidentifiable black liquid
Lulling me to slumber
And showing me nothing like always.
I’ve stocked my shelves and gathered
All things important and shining
Unloved, I go to streets
Watered down for better reflection
Pay my fare like everybody else
And curl into the embrace
Of the tendril night
My blurred vision
Catches a final frame:
The ember extinguished
By a single drop of rain.