Sunday 7 April 2013

empty boulevard

 

 

 

 

it's been three months now/

three long months/

uncertainty has been knocking/

knocking incessantly/


but what's the point/

it would be a crowded household/

with all the doubts and second thought/

feeding off my mind/


so i go through it/

one more time/

but that's a lie/

it wont be the last time/


the boulevard of broken dreams/

its overgrown/

and haunted/

the ghosts of shattered dreams /

make for bad company/


a shudder runs up my spine/

i remember this place/

it was my favorite place/

i thought i would own it one day/


then i see that face/

the one in my nightmares/

it's laughing/

a hollow laugh/


i let out a loud gasp/

why does that face make me gasp?/

oh, wait?/

that was my biggest mistake/


i decide to walk out of the ruins/

the cold is too much/

am shivering from the soul outwards/

am closing this door/


i should have done that sooner/

but i fancied a remodeling/

but of course it would never be/

it was never meant to be/


somehow i feel lighter/

the sun feels warmer/

the bird sing louder/

and the day looks brighter/


 the time is the present/

the memories still make my heart ache/

once in a while/

but the pain has dulled with time/


i look at the image on the mirror/

i like the reflection/

it has been a long struggle/

but a worthy cause/





















































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