Shadow of death and longing
Lurking
Silent and waiting
To make their presence felt.
When the slightest sliver of light
Escapes through
the broken glass panes of the Window
That I dare not close.
I can't find the door anymore.
I have forgotten
What it looks like.
Too scared to feel through the layers of dust.
Its become easier this way.
The door was nailed shut long ago.
You might tug and pull
But those twisted lines of metal won’t be of any use anymore.
So let it be.
Let me sit and gaze
At the broken window panes.
I will wait
With the shadows.
Silent.
Waiting.
It has become easier this way
For this is familiar
And not the world outside anymore.