it's like you're standing behind the curtains
waiting for a light
a call
a sound
some kind of signal but
it never comes and you're caught between
waiting or walking
because when you walk you turn around
but if you wait it breaks your heart
so you don't know
you just never know
and the curtain just draws heavier and darker and thicker
and the flame in your eyes die away
til you're nothing
Wow, that's just slightly depressive, is't it?
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines gave me goose bumps, lovely way to end this poem! However sad it is, the darkest things carry so much beauty in them :3