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Sky
I want to walk
With this sky
It talks to me
Enveloping my heart
Giving me hope
By the time I'm free
It will be gone
And altogether
Different
With it's darkness
Not speaking
In the quiet
Stars
I can't see through you.
My gaze gets stuck somewhere
In a thick blind
Between your eyes and soul
'Cause the door is closed,
Shut tight
With the glue of old hurt.

I don't see through you.
I see you,
As you,
Even if you don't open the door,
Don't let me in.
It's still a door I'll wait outside of,
Even in the coldest nights,
Snowy days,
In rain storms,
Sunny Sundays.
I'll wait,
Even if it takes another eternity,
Even if it makes me tired and my eyes blurry.
I'll still wait
For another miracle
To open up your heavenly gates.
My left hand bleeds crimson onto my paper,
As my right hand writes the words.
The brittle yellowed pages quake as they
Turn into a battlefield of my sensations.
Violent waves bury
the rough, course sand in my heart
Each crash pulling me closer
To the tender abyss.
Broken record in my brain
“This will never end. This will never end”
The waves will keep crashing
The pages will remain yellow
And I’ll be left
Forever caught between the ink and the abyss.

— The End —