My fingers numb brush against its pages,
As the edges, they leave an imprint on my skin,
With a fixed gaze, I flip through the pages of the flipbook,
As I watch my life drift away from me...
The pages, they portray joyous times at first,
When the heart jumped fearlessly over every fence,
When life smiled gleefully at me,
Those times ah, but time changes with the pages to come...
Soon the green meadows, they transform into bare lands,
And in a deserted world, I found myself walking alone,
There slept an empty dream before my eyes,
As I walked weak, tired, striving to quench my thirst for love...
And the end, I could see it approaching closer as I gazed at my feeble hands and legs,
The sky melted over me, the ground counted my last few breaths,
These pages they have shown me many pictures, but a certain page was painted black,
And this page, this page, it was the first page of the book and the last page of my life...
YOU ARE READING
If Only You Knew #Wattys2015
PoetryI don't have much to say. Just that these poem are written by me...and you are free to interpret them in your own way :-) so...go on...read them...enjoy ;-)
