A red line borders my existence;
It's an outline of fear,
The last straw for going insane.
An endless curtain guarding an endless window,
I hide on the other side
And watch the end of the tunnel nebulously.
But is it the end of the tunnel?
I can never know for sure.
Maybe, I'm running too fast,
That's why my surroundings are blurred.
Or maybe, I'm too slow,
And that's why I feel like I haven't stirred.
I want to be free.
But in what sense?
YOU ARE READING
And the Petals Fall | ✔
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
