Doors closing, knobs stuck.
Windows creaking, gasping for air,
A sound of promise, a sound of scare.
Stepping into the sun,
Scars and beauty for all to see.
Gazing into the mirror,
Who am I meant to be?
Green, grey, tinges of red,
Some smoke, more fire.
To where am I being lead?
Is it my heart or my head?
I miss you, Silence
With your blanket of warmth and steady gaze.
Luck has seized your place
With its flashes of light,
As I seek you out in a pointless maze.
Leaves pass by, their destinies fulfilled.
Will I always be roaming and uncertain like tomorrow?
Or will I reach my stop,
And like ink on paper, forever be stilled.
Windows creaking, gasping for air,
A sound of promise, a sound of scare.
Stepping into the sun,
Scars and beauty for all to see.
Gazing into the mirror,
Who am I meant to be?
Green, grey, tinges of red,
Some smoke, more fire.
To where am I being lead?
Is it my heart or my head?
I miss you, Silence
With your blanket of warmth and steady gaze.
Luck has seized your place
With its flashes of light,
As I seek you out in a pointless maze.
Leaves pass by, their destinies fulfilled.
Will I always be roaming and uncertain like tomorrow?
Or will I reach my stop,
And like ink on paper, forever be stilled.
Interesting poem. Roaming isn't all that bad, nor is stopping to take things all in. I think its being completely caught up in one or the other for too long that life can start to "get away" from you so to speak.
ReplyDeleteGood poem all in all. =)