Into the halls of unknown Feelings are depicted on uncertainty It changes on a whim As the mind felt threatened
Down the hall is a spiraling staircase Where the abyssal nightfall resides Beauty could also be deafening A spectacular state of shutting everything
Deeper into the unknown, Is a vast field of dancing stars The moon is peacefully sleeping In the cradle of the night
I've seen chastity for eons And this one is a special place Like a child longing for a mother A place that can't be replaced
On the farthest side of the field Is a forest guided by fireflies Inside, a child was playing Who looked at me with those innocent eyes
"It's time to go, you won't feel anything" I said, void of emotions Then he extended his little hands and told me "Thank you for keeping me safe, I had fun"
I slashed a pristine existence In this dark field full of little lights And an apathetic creature like me Found myself crying in this replica of the night.
I found myself writing this poem near our garden, drinking my usual cup of coffee, and looking at the different times of my life. Been existing for almost 25 years, and everthing was going into their right places... That includes befriending my inner demons and gradually depriving them what they desire.
PS. Forgive my amateur writing. I have this hobby of instantly creating poems on the spot, based on what I feel at that particular moment.