Poets logo

The Last Candle

I turned away and went to my bed

By Marie381Uk Published 2 months ago Updated 2 months ago 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2025

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.

fact or fictionFree Verseperformance poetryRequest Feedbacksocial commentary

About the Creator

Marie381Uk

I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments (1)

Sign in to comment
  • Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago

    I was right there in the room with the candle, thankyou for sharing xx

Find us on social media

Miscellaneous links

  • Explore
  • Contact
  • Privacy Policy
  • Terms of Use
  • Support

© 2026 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.