The Last Candle

I can't distinguish between thoughts

and words.

My inner flame dies slowly,

its shadow licks my empty heart.

I would like to free myself

from the shackles of my dreams,

but life imposes its will on me.

Without time, without reality,

I feed the white birds

of my melancholy.

I run away, wander from door to door,

looking for the wall

behind which you built your private kingdom.

A starless night has caught up with

my antiquated childhood,

it has stolen the last tear of the Moon.

The devastated dawn awaits

those who are not afraid of silence,

who do not run away from fulfilled dreams.

Will you lend me a little bit

of your eternity?

Will the last candle go out in my head?

Reviews

[lessa (kenzie)]

Without time, without reality,
I feed the white birds
of my melancholy.
I run away, wander from door to door,
looking for the wall
behind which you built your private kingdom.

I really like this part, this is a very good write, kind of sad but enjoyed this

[Weeping willow]

Such a beautiful expressed piece, I was so drawn into the words. Great write ;-}

[Lisasview]

So many great lines.. I love the line I feed the birds.....
Wonderful.
So interesting..
Lisa

[Chris]

I wander the halls of thought
with 3 AM melancholy
hearing the "ticks" tock
as the mourning passes
...so slowly.

You're a muse,
Chris

[Ada]

I think true adulthood happens when we have to reconcile our dreams with the realities of this world. "I would like to free myself from the shackles of my dream" was particularly poignant. As we age, life and circumstances compel us to have a more realistic vision of our role in society or in our community. Thought provoking

[M. J. Smith]

So much hate and division in our world, little wonder confusion and sadness fill the human soul. Anyone could ask, "Will the last candle go out?'
It is our job to replenish the candles. We are the light when no one else can be.