Flickering Hope

What is there to fear when you are in the light?

When the light starts to fade, 

and the cold wind blows, 

you see what you forbade, 

and the world surely knows,

that the end is drawing near.

Dimmer and dimmer the light goes,

slowly into the past.

Time never slows,

but this light won't last.

The end is drawing near.

Slowly goes the wick,

burning near the base.

Barely giving a flick

of the light on my face.

The end is almost here.

Each passing second feels like forever.

The wick continues to shrink,

like a twine about to sever.

The darkness looms closer than you think.

The end is nearly here.

The light is finally out.

The darkness all around.

Can't even make a shout.

Something is abound.

The end i-------

Author's Note

This was my first try at writing something vaguely horror-esque.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Good morning,
Actually, I did not find this to be horror~esque in the slightest... but isn't that what writing and reading is all about...the readers take on what they have read.
I felt as though this was someone dying and, someone, who really care about this person, staying nearby until the end.
What I also really loved was your use of rhymes...and, your structure... I always enjoy structure. Although i just posted a poem I wrote in 1968, I was 20 years old, that has no real structure.
You might like it... WILTED SOUL...
Interesting that you live in Japan...
Lisa, from California, now in Spain