My dreams are locked behind shut doors.
I struggle to reach them.
When I finally feel like I can grab that doorknob
and pull that door open,
My fingers slip,
And I fall back.
Back into the dark pit
I've been confined in.
It’s like a black hole.
I try to get free, but I get sucked back in,
Deeper and deeper.
It gets harder and harder to escape every time.
My strength is fading.
I wish I could say I didn't know why I was here.
But I do.
This is my fault.
I locked up my dreams.
I wanted to put my life on hold.
Now, all I want is to be free.
I have to confront myself.
It is the only way I can escape.
I look into a mirror.
A monster is staring back at me.
I can't do this.
I'm not strong enough.
But I'll try anyways.
Almost there.
Almost there.
My hand slipped.
I've been engulfed in darkness once more.

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Gma54 said...
May 30 at 1:58 pm
This is excellent! Out really caught my interest right off and held me until the end! What an image, great writer/poet.
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