Sometimes
Even when the road
Is clear
Even when
No one
Is there
And the world
Gives way
For you
You still hesitate
We still hesitate to walk
To run
To make a step
We don't understand why
As much as we want to
We just can't
There is something
Inside us
Which tells us
To wait
To look for
A sign
To see what
Lies ahead
To deduce
The consequences
After a while,
We become immobile
And can no longer
Wait
Bacause our feet
Don't respond to
Our thoughts
Anymore
And our thoughts
Are nowehere
But in deep comtemplation
In between darkness and light
And we start to move
But there is still
That "waiting"
Is it waiting for someone?
Is it waiting for someone.
To cheer us up?
To support us?
To help us?
To walk alongside
Us.
And when the road is still clear
Clouds parted to give way
For the beacon of light to enter
Our domain
We still wait.
Wait.
Wait.
Then,
Waiting.
For someone?
For someone.
To hold our hands
Our hands
and tell us,
"Let's go. We have a dream to catch. Ready?"
As s/he smiles, those eyes, crimson-cheeks, and lips.
And the world moves again.
But now,
For the both of you.
YOU ARE READING
TABLEAU
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and stories set in a vivid description of the distorted reality. Traces of histories set in pavements which were already forgotten. These were the inked days, the good and the bad. Words that were willingly strung toge...
