We see life as we were told, Obstacles in our path may be fiery or cold! We don't know, what the future holds? We just write as the moments unfold, Taking leads from new and old, We keep writing until our eyes get closed, Because we never know, when the writings are going to turn into gold...
Fiery here refers to hot... Tried another flow of rhymes... And some thoughts of mine too😅
The open gaping mouth of glass, looking in and looking out The light refracting across the silent room Everything is closed off; the blinds; the doors; the boxes The glass eyes of the house muffling the sounds of the outside world
The inhabitant grown a slave to watching The gaping mouth of glass, looking in and looking out Stretching lines, darkening eyes, smiles turned hollow She'll trace the filtered light with frozen desperate fingers
Her sounds are empty and echo like a dripping water from a faucet The tiled floor is as cold as the snow that falls. Unseen The open gaping mouth of glass, looking in and looking out The wind seems to be whispering words she no longer yearns for
The blood is dancing with the cold Warming the static embrace of her head and fingers The inhabitant closes the blinds again, hiding the quiet scene The open gaping mouth of glass, looking in and looking out
Most people believe this is about suicide so I'm going to clear this up. The inhabitant and the girl are two different people. The poem focuses on a scene, but the whole purpose is to invoke the feelings that come with paranoia. It's about a man who killed a girl, but also talking about the guilt and fear of hiding a bad thing we've done. I hope it somehow showed what I was trying to convey.