Step;
By step;
By step.
Words said
to help my heart calm.
Though calmness don't have I,
evidence: the sweat of my palm.
Fear, that walks,
with my heart's rapid beat.
There are no exits,
no matter how much I want to leave.
Ahead are found shapes,
that with my misery walk.
Their persistent existence,
the only reason I can't talk.
Halfway am I,
when they scream from fury.
I, their little toy
and them, the big bully.
I faint, knowingly,
falling on the floor.
Right after thinking:
Tomorrow night
the same fate awaits me,
beyond the wooden door.
YOU ARE READING
Darkened
Poetry"Walks there the girl of the constant weep, tears shed at night by a girl who never sleeps" *** Collection of poems for all who believe in feelings. *** 2nd Place Winner in the Pheonix Awards
