Walking out of the shadows
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Cold, harsh, vengeful
Dark, desolate, despair
Echo of the past mourn eternally
Shadows of memories linger in the corridor of your life
Life stands still for you
Life is but a mere ticking of the clock
Life is but a routine of eat, work and sleep
Just like how the hands revolve on the clock face
over and over again
Life no longer has a purpose
Life is but a waiting game
I chance by your corridor
Separated by a door
The mystery of your dark allures me
Empathy for your longing
Compassion for your wasted passion
Beckon me to turn the knob, open the door
Never did know
Darkness is your food
Memories are your companions
But it is then we realize
We both have been searching for completeness
in each other
You take the step
out of the door
Shedding the skins of the past
out of shadows, into the light
Reaching out to me
into my world
I can never walk down your corridor
Read all the memoirs of your past
Grasp the lingering shadows of your darkness
Like the moon that can never catch a glimpse of the sun
When I hear
It is a voice that is pained
When I touch
It is a body that is scarred
When I feel
It is a soul that is no longer passionate
As the light melts away the shadows
Your life awakens
I embrace your forthcoming with open arms
You and I are a whole
But I can never walk down your corridor
shut behind us…
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 1:53 AM |
