By Euphedra Aster and Alex McHeinenberg
What is life?
Is this all a dream?
Are we real
Or just serene?
Everything that happens is just a filler for our death;
We grasp and claw and scratch at each and every breath.
What would there be if there was nowhere else to turn?
Is there something else for all of us to yearn?
How does it feel to not be alive?
Or are we even alive to begin with?
Can we ever get over our past, can we ever stop living in the future?
Will we ever learn to stand alone without each other?
What happens when we all finish the game?
Then there will be no one else to blame.
And what of others, what befalls inside their mind?
Or are there even other in this world that I call mine?
I fear about my actions and what they might cause to come.
I can't forget all the mistakes that slip beyond my tongue.
But when it all goes down, what am I going to do?
Will I just sit there and take it all with you?
I can run, I can hide, I can sit behind this mask,
Nothing ever too hard for me to slip past,
But I know somewhere beyond there's something there to find,
Something there that I'll never be able to hide behind.
My friends and family have all tried to,
But they all got caught, and there was nothing they could do.
Maybe I should give up and let myself get caught too;
And maybe then, the mask will come off.
I'm finished, I'm tired, I can't keep going on.
Let me hide, let me be over, just let me be done!
I want to forget, or at least just block it out,
This finality is the only thing I can't live without.
I'm done,
I'm free,
I'm over life and death.
Take me if you want,
You know where to find me:
Hidden, hiding, tired and sleeping
Behind my walls, behind my mask.
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Walking Into Black
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