Second World

by ShyandHurt   Jul 26, 2008


I stare at a blank ceiling, allowing the dark nights wrath to envelop me into it's grip,

The settled feeling crawls over my bare arms and dives deep into my body, searching for that special spot.

It was once so easy to find,
Shining bright and true, never faltering it's light,

Now it seems to take hours to find this second world, it's light clouded and hazy,

Finally it is found, a sigh of relief escapes my lips,

Inside I crawl, letting light flood around me, firing my once dull eyes with a bright enchanted spark,

In this world I am safe from harm, love, and fear,
Protected by a strong wall made of anger and resilience,

Keeping anyone out,
Once inside I stare with no expression present on my face at pictures lining the wall,

They look at me with a smile,
No this is not real, this is a second world remember?

Slowly they transform, each person's face is now occupied with a scowl and raised hand,

Everything goes down hill from there, the flame leaving my eye,

I blink and dash for the opening, wishing to leave and never see those faces,

They move faster than I do to the entrance, blocking my only way out.

A scream falls from my mouth, splitting the once calm world,

Horror spreads throughout my body as I try to find a way out, racing around like a scared child to no avail.

This is where my world comes crashing down on my, glass shards cutting into my unmarked skin, pulling blood from them, a cry of pain and agony erupts from me, watching everything fall apart.

The tree's collapse, the grass falls away, animals cough and then are gone, my world flees from me.

I search franticly, digging deeper and deeper, my hands and body in a frenzy of movement, working to find.

It's gone.

My figure finally comes to a slow agonizing stop, slumping to the ground, no sound to be heard other than my labored breathing.

No light is to be seen other than a very small flicker from a single star.

You can clearly see on my face all is gone, no hope is left.

My second world is completely gone, over taken by reality.

A glimpse of my eye can be seen, empty and sullen, nothing left.

They are now a dark pit of despair.
Slowly I crawl out of my fallen world, crushed and drained.

New hope is forever gone, protection is away.

I guess I will just live life how it is, hoping maybe one day this cruel world will just take me to live somewhere better.

And I hope that day comes soon.

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