My poetry [My thoughts and poems]

We'll never know

I walk by the gardens, by the trees, by the flowers and the seeds, but i wouldn't stop to smell, to breath, to see the beauty in front of me.
People stare in fear or awe as i take step by step closer to the maw.
The maw is deep and scary, but i do am weary, of the abyss pulling me in by the pale crimson string.
It hangs loosely around my throat and bruises me just like rope.
Will it pull and swallow me whole?
Maybe yes, maybe no, who will know, we'll never know.

[Claimer: Picture above was taken by me on 28th of May 2017 at 4:32 pm at my garden]