stepping through a dusted hall
hand in hand with a pair of walls
never asked if i was hurt
just know that i'm not
/
the floors were smooth
the light was gray
the wind's my answer
to all i couldn't say
/
chasing after no-one's call
checking boxes until we fall
never asked if i was happy
just know that i'm not
/
the years went in a breeze
as the gray lights fade
making way
making way for the night
for every dream i couldn't seize
/
i hate to believe
amidst every gloom
but so it seems
there hides a light
at the corridor's end you shine
you living kerosene
a firefly like none i've seen
you light a path to where i've never been
/
you make me happy
you taught me to be sad
one day i promise
i'll learn to light your path
when the night falls now though you'll hear a whisper
sorry
my bad
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Poetrya trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020