Right there I was.
All around me was the colour black.
Am I sleeping?
Somehow I could feel that this isn't a dream at all...
Even wasn't it The reality...
I was somewhere, where we all end up sometimes...
Where we feel our sadness around us...
Where our whole body doesn't belong to us anymore...
We cry for help but there in the Darkness we are left alone...
Somehow I was sure I overheard a voice
A voice which was beautiful to listen to and has to be definitelly from a womans tongue and she would also be under the same fate like me.
I'm not alone!
And somehow I could suddenly move again!
Driven by the urge to find out to whom this voice belongs I dug deeper and deeper into the darkness
As bravely I was I asked for once:
"Wherever you are, you don't have to be afraid of what I might be."
Than all of a sudden behind me the voice I heard before appeared:
"IS IT YOU?"
I answered to her as if I guessed who she was:
"In fact We are somehow ghosts...(Me)
...WE CAN'T SEE US...(Her)
...nor we could feel us...(Me)
...OUR WAY TO COMMUNICATE WITH EACH OTHER IS LIMITED...(Her)
...so for now we just hear us."" (Me & Her)
"IT IS REALY YOU! THE ONE I KNOW BY THE QUALITIES OF BEING OPTIMISTIC ALL THE TIME!"
"I wouldn't have thought this day would come, in which we would meet us. Even so I wish I could be out of this mess, and meet you where we two realy belong."
After this words the Darkness faded away and the Darkness became the Light and with the Light they were not only just standing in front of each other
They were Back in Reality.
Theresay:
Even if we are in a situation, who we would think we can never get out of there's always SOMEONE
SOMEONE who would Take us by the hand for lifting us up
SOMEONE who would Create that wondrous magic we need in such bad times
SOMEONE who would give us a funny talk to brighten our day
Cuz:
The Darkness Is No Dead End...
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Our Life Written In Poems
PoetryWith poems we can reflect all our emotions, feelings and how we see all the unique things around us. Words are more than anything... ...Especially when these words are written down, so they can stay there forever and can be read again and again.
