I always play with my own monsters
Sometimes I pretend that they won over me
Just to have a glimpse of something I'm so curious of
But, I always shake them all off
There were moments when I just sat and stare
Looking at something I don't know
Even myself can't explain what I am seeing or hearing
Just letting my mind drift into the void
There were moments when I got stuck on the same page for an hour
Staring but not never reading
As if the inked letters will envelop and whisper to me
Those same words my eyes were seeing but never undestanding
There were moments I spaced out
Walking but no destination
Unconsciously dodging killer glances
I'm heading somewhere far, so far I'm not sure yet
There were moments when I reminished the feeling
How soft it was under my fingers, caressing each fiber
Admiring every knots and ends
Adjusting the loop narrower then wider
There were moments when I don't know anymore
Whether I'm numb or just dumb?
Or am I losing it?
Or I just found it?
But, for every doubt there's assurance
A realization that today is not the day
Not even tomorrow or the next day
So, I'll just tuck this loop again, hidden
The question is,
Will we be ever reacquainted or never?
Is it really the end,
The end of this foolishness or the end of this fool?
One thing is for sure
It may be just a spark, a flicker
But, hope will never wither
Help will come, that's a promise
The loop is just an option
A low kind of option
Why not be the bigger person?
Go out. Get loud. Be brave.
I choose that
I hope you, too
We are bigger than we think we are
Never settle for less. Choose life
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Random Rants of a Random Ranters
Poetry" From this day forward You should listen But choose to make a choice Between them or yourself I tell you to choose 'YOU' You, you, and only YOU " -Things you read here [#Wattys2017] (My original poetry book, same title, was accidentally deleted. Al...
