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HeyHello People friends fans my secert lover he is out there somewhere well I am putting this poem up for everyone who reads my stuff and actually likes it and I may put up to more right now its 6:06 a.m. on a Friday and well yea here it goes hope you like this as much as I love typing it in for you.........................................................Please now enjoy..........

Title:Thank you

I am awaking in the circle.

In the same circle I have been stuck in for the last hours of..

My life well it feels like it...

I've once again forgotten to retrace my steps.

I am vastly falling down the stairs hitting hard on the last step.

I get up and its low lit in here.

I hope as I cross to the next wall..

And as I am reaching the corner

That its the way out of here.

I drop down having the

realization that once again that it wasn't the exit.

High hopes of course lead to harder let downs.

Then as my eyes adjust to the scene that's been playing over me.

I close them for a moment and then as I look toward the edge of the corner.

I catch it and I hold on to that little hope its.....

A glance of your silhouette among the marble stones and crumbling walls.

I am slipping in shock to see another human being

Another person I am in true disbelieve as I quickly pick myself back up.

Hurrying towards that shadow of something I hope is more

solid..

My fingers touch the walls so cold and

I am pricking with panic on

how to get out of here as

I try and regain my composure and find you.

As I move toward what looks like the right way.

But if only it was the door out,

To be the lead way but its not

Instead I am getting even farther than before tripping up in here.

I feel like I am never getting out of here.

Its a scary thought to think.

Endlessness of what feels like days may actually just be a few hours.

But my head hurts.

I am getting scared the longer I am stuck in this place.

I am even afraid at the fainest of winds on my back.

I gaze into the unknown wondering "Have I already searched there?"

How long will this charade last for

the shadows by candles create illusions of something

darker more fierce screaming with horror, and Mercy..

I have lost count of how many times

I stumbled and fell.

I linger at the narrow walls that pull me in

and close off my breathe.

I grasp at hearing your foot step if

only I could have seen your face.

I caught a glance of someones hair.

I hope its yours?

You are, I hope the one who will lead me there.

Out of the corner, and walls,

The whole maze I have lost myself in...

I struggled trying to follow.. you.

Your giving off all the signs to trust you and

I do..

My feet are bleeding something black I feel blue.

I get dizzy disoriented in a mess of misery.

Of my own faults this disarray is scary.

I try hard to balance my footing.

I look up and on anyway.

I pull against the wall to try and stand tall

for just a bit but the moment

I can see full view of who you are

holding onto to me.

I crumbled your mine savior

The angel watching over my shoulder..

And I want to thank you.

But, I cried instead into your chest.

I try hard to say the words.

But the words won't come out.

Its like my mouth has to figure out how to work again.

I strammer at first

As you pull me toward the entrence way

I felt my dried lips making them create sound.

As I reach another brick wall.

You hold on for me to walk forward.

I take noticed walls are getting fewer and fewer

and your becaming less solid and more trasparent..

Till finally you've disappeared and

I have neared the door out of the maze a labyrinth of some kind

I sallow and whispered

Looking up toward the moon in the sky

The discretion of a building..

I know the moon isn't jealous anymore well at least for tonight

I caught a glance of you flying off

" thank you where ever

you are thank you..."

Are my kind words to you up above..

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