The Last Candle
I turned away and went to my bed

The Last Candle
The candle dripped its final flame,
Shadows swallowed the room in silence,
I touched the wick and felt
The cold kiss of everything gone.
A door closed where none existed,
The walls hummed with final breaths,
I stepped into the waiting dark,
And became the quiet I feared.
The ashes whispered names,
Old voices pressed against my ears,
The air was thick with endings,
And I could not speak.
A flicker returned,
Brief as memory,
It died in my hand,
And I fell with it.
The floor trembled beneath me,
The walls swallowed every sound,
I felt the world breathe its last,
And I joined it silently.
A shadow passed across my eyes,
The candle wept its final tear,
I closed my own,
And walked into the endless night.

About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites




Comments (1)
I was right there in the room with the candle, thankyou for sharing xx