My Poems - Please comment

[SxyDon]

as i stare into the dark
i can feel the coldness inside
i see a small candle tinkering in the dark
trying to become a strong flame again
but the cold wind keeps blowing it down
the flame is determined but cannot shine any brighter
cannot give anymore light then it has
you can see that the wick is almost all gone
its done what it did and is ready to burn out
it knows it will never shine so bright as it had some time ago
its so sad that we will not see the bright shine of that flame anymore
but as time passes we will forget and get used to the dim lights provided by the other candles

[Siggie]

the metaphor is a bit overdone in my opinion.