Faint light

I stand on top

Of a tall, black plateau

Overlooking all I see

A dry, grey, barren landscape

Acid spitting burnt flowers

Rusted mechanical scraps

Pure white skeletons

Of all shapes

And sizes

Litter the floor

Bound in equality

Holding hands

I see a faint light

Emerging from sinister clouds

I look down

The edge of the plateau

And jump

 

 

Too many doors

 

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I walk down a hallway

There’s so many doors to choose from

So many rooms, so many options

I had them

I almost had one

A single room

Planned

Foiled

I move on to the next door

I’ve found it

This is the room I’ve been looking for

I leave, disatisfied

Too many doors

I leave the building

Through the exit

Where there is air

 

 

A conversation with my guitar

Tear drops paint the floor wet

I can see chords come out

From my guitar

It’s trying to tell me something

Something urgent

It can’t wait, it says

But I must not listen

You’re a guitar, I say

You don’t understand me

But I understand you

 

 

Gateways to another world

The ins and outs of a voice ringing in my head

Barely recognisable, but there

She grounds me

I’m tied to her

By an invisible cord

Lassoed by affection

It’s sudden light illuminates me with self reflection

I can feel her watch me lovingly

I look down with shame

At my broken skin, eyes leaking black

A single solo breaks out in my mind

I am lifted by a cloud to the skies

Ever upwards, ascending

Into her eyes

As I enter their gateways

A world of utter tranquility lays before me

Vast forests as far as I can see

Tall pine trees huddle around me

Calm, flowing rivers

Rocks covered with moss

As time goes on

The forest hosts a party of stars

To welcome me

Starlights appear

We eat and drink together

Telling tales of happiness

Discussing the beauty of this world

I close my eyes

Everything is here

reopening them

I find her looking at me still

Her eyes wide open

Everything is here

 

 

A photograph

I stare at the picture

I’m fixated on it

A moment captured

Forever lost to history

But locked in this single picture

I look deeper into their eyes

They’re most likely old

or dead

by now

So young and full of life

Such potential

so much to look forward to

Disinterested

I screw up the photograph

Into a ball

Throwing it into a bin

Missing

Only for it to be blown away

By the wind

 

The village surrounded by mist

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Faces that aren’t faces

Hollow people

They walk the same route

Every day

The birds

The same shrill calls

The beasts

Wander the same path

through the undergrowth

A mist surrounds this place

I’ve walked out of it

A thousand times

Only to be welcomed back

By lifeless smiles

Devoid of emotion

Some days

I find myself

Walking the same route

Drifting, comforming

With this village

Emptiness echoes

Throughout my hollowing mind

I smile

 

 

 

The ocean

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I dance and swirl around

As I am dictated

By the waves

Of this ocean

I watch my arms

Uselessly sway about

My hips

Awkwardly turn round and round

my legs

At least standing

Floating

I’m in a daze

The music keeps playing

Even if I’m not there

I’m still dancing

To the waves

Of this ocean