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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

You're just not.

Yelling in a silent place, to walls and tiles and floors,
On everything, to all the world, I have shut the door,
Up and down, I chase around, but what, I do not know,
Run as I may, however fast, the way just seems to grow.
Everything seems empty yet, the world is bursting forth..

Never have I felt this way, so deaf to all exhorts.
Over, up and all about the walls seem closing in,
The game is up, it's over now, the lights are getting dim.

Who won, who lost, I do not care, for I cannot conceive,
Over the course of all those years, how you always come and leave,
Running still, I leave behind what ever that has left,
The smiles and laughter that you gave, now feel like merely theft.
How do I run, for I can try, but I admit I cannot forget.

It feels so empty now, nothing but regret.
Then I realize this is my world, I have nothing here to dread,
.....and how I don't have to shut my world, I can shut your door instead.