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Nov 2009
I crept along the wall
Positive the shadows would conceal me
From the eyes of a hundred
Passers-by
Who knew not what I am here to do.
My shoes provide the silence
With a click
Clack
That resonates and makes my heart thump harder.
I feel the cool paper
Against my back,
And I imagine the swirls
And dips
And paisley prints
Are reaching out
To caress my skin as I slither
Through the hallways,
Missing lights and
Missing sounds
That do not resonate my heart.
There is a room
That glows a sullen blue
At the end of the hall,
And inside I imagine
Would be cooler
Than my favorite drink.
I will find
A mirror that will not reflect the image
Of the man I have become,
But remind me of all
The things I should have been.
A chair with a black cushion
Would hold on to me,
So tight
To assure the world that I am
Just where I am needed to be.
The halls are silent,
No breezes creeping slowly,
No stifled whispers
That reach out to pull me back
To the places I used to sneak.
In there, I can find myself
Wrapped in a dull blanket,
Cocooned by walls of blue,
And I will find peace,
Concealed inside a place
Where no one knows
Who I was meant to be.
Written by
messydaisy
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