Dying Candle

I've hundreds of prompts saved for writing poetry on,

But not one resonates to the deepest feelings of my heart,

Not a single one has the intensity to bring out whatever I'm feeling,

Because do I really know what I'm feeling anymore?

I've written a blog before this one,

But I deleted it after a few minutes,

And let me tell you,

I haven't done that in the last 7 years ever.

All I want to say is,

I feel like the dying candle,

The light diminishing with each poetry,

Yet I keep burning,

Yet I keep feeling,

The disappointment in my heart,

For my own self.