In The Wake

I light a candle in my mind
for who I thought 
I was the flickering flame
the wax 
warm and dripping
disappearing

sitting looking out windows
so much mind sweat
into a million ideas undone
no faith 
nothing tangible to show
too much mind sweat
I close my eyes 
and surf away
morphing

dreams and hatred alike
could it be
it never could
always too late
I am 
the best I am 
the worst I am
always in the wake

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