My Last Candle

I had a room full of candles. Kept me seeing. When I fell. All the candles blew out. I didn't mean to do it. It just. All crashed at once. I promise you I'm looking for the lighter to relight the candles. But I only have the one on the floor. It's sad that the wax from that one glued it to the floor. It'll only last so long. I didn't see that until it was the only one. I'm so sorry. I can still feel the presence of the other ones. I can almost feel the heat. But I'm scared of where to step. I don't know anymore. I can't see. I gave up on looking. As I sat in front of the last candle. Crying. Trying to cherish the moments of enlightenment. I slowly watch the flame die each minute. I don't know how long I have. Before I no longer see what I need to. I just sit. Crying. I've cried so much I let a tear fall on the flame. I forgot how close I was. Now. I just sit in silence. And I'm scared. I don't know how to get out. I'm just. I'm just gonna sit here. Maybe if I close my eyes. It'll go away.