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.