The Last Candle

by The Devotional Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

One candle remains. Then even that small flame is carried from the room. Darkness does not prove that light was false. It proves the eyes must learn another way to wait. We leave without applause, our hands empty, the night unfinished.
41 words · 10 lines · Free Verse
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