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Lost Dénouement
The ruins of my former innocence
Form a prison of longing and illusions
My cell becomes my home
Perhaps an unwillingness to change,
The memory of an earlier time
Reflected in the blood of some inner cut
Is what keeps me stuck in this place?
Clean as crystal but not as though I belong here
Smooth and cool to the touch
But whatever was here is not anymore
As I wish for what I do not have
What I do have starts to blur
As an opening appears
That seems to be some sort of exit
a ghostly echo of my life before
May have reverberated through these walls
Do I pursue what might not be?
Or leave behind what could be a last chance
At going back to a once thought lost happiness
And enter an uncertain future?
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