(It's a poem, not a story, but... I like it.. tell me what you think.)
I feel as if I've been locked away in the closet.
One who's only source of light, a bulb sways from side to side, like in a movie I saw once.
I'm standing in the middle of this darken closet.
All the silence and shadows of the swaying bulb are hidden tears and screams of sorrow.
Nearly all of them screamed out, classing out, calling, just calling and hoping he might answer.
But slowly, they fade, dying off, losing hope.
The light bulbs seems to be dying too.
Soon the closet is pitch black, there's nothing left.
My head feels like a black hole.
Always sucking in the sights, sounds and information.
But never giving any back.
How sad.
How cruel.
What to do?
I suppose I could stay here, just for a little while longer.
Or i could reach for the doorknob and hope someone will be waiting for me on the other side.
I haven't decided, but I'll let you know.
.....
Curiousity soon gets the better of my empty mind, and my hands slowly creep to the doorknob.
Gripping the cold metal, rising to my feet.
My teeth sink into my lower lip as my fingers twist the knob, pushing open the door...
Its bright out here, blinding white light streams into my eyes.
Squinting I look for someone, anyone, hoping to not have to go back into the closet.
Yet... when I see nothing I began to draw back, guiding the door closed.
A smooth hand grabbed my arm, pulling me out into the warm light, arms embracing my form.
Shocked, even surprised my eyes stare into the shirt of the being.
I didn't know who it was, but it didn't matter.
.. The fact that someone was there was enough to make my heart flutter.
This person, whomever it may be... Shall always have my never ending love. <3


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