He was trying to escape but,
Running in a circle he goes,
He can't just leave it shut,
It will come for him I suppose,
When things get comfy he ceased to remember,
Put his fingers in his ears leaving his thoughts in a cage,
When the lightning struck he no longer can hear,
Only the light smiled when it's in rage,
Sometimes it is noisy thus he forgot,
And when it is quiet it goes for a shot,
So he ask to keep on going and make it loud,
Please don't stop the silence it'll come crawling out,
And as in life he took first flight,
He engulfed in horrors and fears,
But still got the shimmering light,
That guided him through the tears,
Don't worry he appears completely calm,
In fact he never heard anyone unimpressed,
But smiles he put was a ticking bomb,
Without the timer thus none can guess,
Wanted to climb high before gone,
Instead he fall down his legs were stiff,
But he just barely holding on,
The last branch on the cliff,
He doing things over and over again,
With his heart drown in regrets,
Can someone break the spiraling chain?
And pull him up as high as he can get.
YOU ARE READING
42
PoetryI will keep writing until the chapter succeeds 41 and precedes 43. P/S : I do not own any of the illustration in this writings
