I remember...
The still air of the night,
was interrupted by the soft creak of my bedroom door...
A silence with intrusive eyes
That crept into the night,
With an eagerness, no...
A hunger.
Locking out the light with a soft click,
It knows I'm not asleep.
It knows how I breathe; A shallow rise and fall. My heart, an anxious knock, as the air thickens.
My eyes open into the dark of the room.
I didn't have to see, to know that it was right in front of me.
A dominating presence, that kept me awake.
The breathing, the beating of it's heart.
A distant knock, that's door was never answered.
Hands that weren't warmed by the flames, yet kept left reaching out...
Something new lingered in its eyes,
Something unknown.
I know this is it...
I hadn't a chance.
There is no escape this time...
No one to stop it...
My cold lips pursed together,
Inevitable disregard of hope.
The curtain shifted only for a moment, to exspose the fate thrusted upon me.
I remembered it so clearly....
The light before the dark;
The white before the black..
No tenacity of purpose behind
The next time
His fingers played the silver violin.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
