Candle

There is a candle in an empty room
Waxing and waning
Shedding light that nobody sees
Flickering its flame with a heated passion
Changing its shape as it ages
Like a distorted truth
Illumination for the darkness
Offering light to lead the way.
Outside the glass jar, life goes on
But inside, life just flickers 
Until it is unceremoniously snuffed out