A white hallway stretches before for me
Scuff marks scarring it,
Whispering of adventure.
Daring me.
Silent footfalls tread nervously
A wooden door waits at the end
Staring forebodingly.
My hand grips a rusted handle
The door colapses inward against my grasp.
A world was crammed inside.
Trees reach out,
The walls blended with moving colors
Thoughts zipped above me
Laughing and singing secrets
Clouds drift lazily past my eyes
The ground crumbles playfully underfoot
The sky inscribed with inky words
A window lies at the fair end
Blank walls guarding its perimeter
The world whispers dark warnings
Danger waits patiently
I peer above the sill
See dark cogs and gears
Turning obliviously
Blood stains glisten.
Ever so slight reminders
I gulp and step back.
YOU ARE READING
Meandering Thoughts
PoetryMy very first book of poetry throughout which a handful of thoughts are tossed, and even crafted, onto the page. I'll update regularly. Here's hoping it's a good one.
