Silence...
As my heavy steps fill the hallway.
I don't need to read my poems on the stands for display.
I remember each one.
Each one, with the pain it brought.
Or happiness it jolted in me.
I look around the gallery studying my readers faces.
A crowd of 4-5 people stand around 7:21.
I smile as they have no idea that the mastermind of these poems,
Is standing right behind them.
I walk up to the one that started this all.
"The Darkness of the Worlds Ancient Origins".
It's been 6 moths since I've written anything new.
Over 1,200 poems. 6 Albums for music.
I left this place... This place of release.
I'm not sure why.
But I think it got too deep.
I walk down to the end of the gallery.
A young man, 19 maybe 20, he saddens when he see's the sign END.
I left this place...
I left these people...
Shall I return?
Silence...
As I walk out of the gallery.
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