The Last Candle

The Darkness is coming.

There's Nobody there

Nobody at all.
I shout, I cry, I scream

no one answers my call.

They say there's light out there

light which I cannot see
but all that I get

is endless night for me.

The room keeps getting smaller

the walls are closing in

there's no door to get out

and no way to let hope in.

No window to see out

silence is the only sound

cold naked concrete

walls, ceiling, and ground.

My last candle is burning

a weak flickering light
my only friends 

shadows dancing 
left and right.

The wax is melting down

won't last me the hour

Darkness is coming

coming, me to devour.

Reviews

[Isimbabi]

I don't even know where to start. I love this. I can see the room in my head yet I still understand the metaphoric translation. This is a great poem.