by silent poet
Why do we take the plunge into the abyss of hurt?
|Let me create a path.
A path on which I can walk. No, not walk, run.
Run to the glowing orbs at the end.
Those lovely beautiful temptations.
The radiance warms me up.
My frozen body and teary heart need it.
I want to touch the false and fake glow.
I know it is not true and yet,
I can not move from its promises.
It has an effect. Every time reality hits,
I find that route, I run to it, and the glow loves me and I,
I adore the glow. I want to absorb it. To feel it. To be felt by something so beautiful.
But the end of this path is treacherous.
You see the glow, take a step to touch it, and in the abyss you are thrown again.
The glow is now a wicked green. Nothing but darkness.
Unending fall in the abyss.
Save me, I scream till my throat hurts.
I only hear jeers and no emotion.
And back I am on the road of life.
Walking, stumbling, dragging my stubborn feet.
I am hit again, only to run to the path I imagined.
A path that never existed.
To suffer and endure,
My life and sorrow.