The blackness of night fills the room,
And the only light is a single candle.
As you look into a flame,
Thoughts go about,
Wonders fill your head.
What have they said?
Are they talking about your mother who has taken her final breath?
Now she is lying in her grave,
Or were they bringing back memories about when you were five,
Playing with your little sister in the cooling ocean tide.
While the candle flames burn,
And you are in a trance,
You start to realize your life will soon end.
Just like a flame
You will burn down slowly,
Until you stop flickering
As if losing your energy.
The flame grows weaker and weaker,
As if you were sick.
When it comes to a stop,
The flame will be calm and smooth:
Death will soon be coming.
YOU ARE READING
Poem Book
PoetrySo I made all of these poems last year. Some are dark, while others are happy. Others I can't really explain, so I guess you will need to read them. Please comments, and remember, honesty is the best policy.
