I lay on the floor starring at the ceiling, wondering how I might be feeling. I observe and notice how the paint on these walls is peeling, it reminds me of what life seems to be dealing. Now I look down to the stains on the floor and think of how they are like the scars that bleed to my core. I think of how the room is dim and plain, it may seem that way but I can see the pain. I go over to the one window to think if I stayed here like this, what would there be to gain? I take a peek back and the mirrors surround me as I take a walk down memory lane to figure out the one that really is to blame for I have gone insane. I come back from my stroll in the mirror and look to an empty room or so it may appear. Finally I lay back onto the floor to stare at the ceiling when suddenly it all becomes very clear, it is not merely death that I fear but my life and what draws near. As I lay there I let out one last tear while thinking of all Ive been through this past year and now we say goodnight my dear until the sunrise may arrive for another day here.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 13:31:55 +0000