Heartbeat beating to the beat
the scream resounding on my ears
take a deep breath,
keep your eyes closed
hands half dead
and her mind's lost
the tired body,
gets weaker at every minute
and everything's spinning
and everything's gone.
Silently feels the chill
eyes opened, silent scream
and all the regrets, and memories
and every single feel
blind as always is my fear,
old but modern paintings on the walls
a cool breeze and grey sky with a fall
feeling, smell, and calmness
Beethoven's moonlight sonata
playing in the background
and the taste of regret
forgotten in my heart
a messy room of a teenage girl
the old letters on the desk
elegant and poetic feeling in all the mess
the mystery of her thoughts
will she be doing what she wants?
will she be trapped in excuses without point?
Sicilienne is playing now
visions in the nothing
desperately looking something
that no one can tell how to find
the cool skin, the tired looking face
and a tired body, laying there
like there's no more to wait
the light's on but no one can feel it
feels dark, freezing emptiness
watch out, demons are found hidden
but the light is on
and she is still guessing
what she's looking for.
YOU ARE READING
Silence
PoetryIf you've been there, you'll undestand. This is poetry in black and white, or at least those are the only colors that will appear on you mind.