Haunting Fears

Sauntering in the abyss of my museum of memories, With all my true faces lurking in the grim of this gruesome silence. Broken my pride is. And broken was my life’s stance. I look at the monolith as it patronizes the prelude to my cries. Not so fortunate was I. The clock ticks my breath away. And even the illuminated opaque walls have something to say. I close my eyes to the moon emanating an iridescence of memories flooding my face. My vicious demons smile, victorious, as I struggle to leave the place. As I get closer to the edge, My vindictive heart forces to take a last look at the blood dripping from my fingers. To take me away today they pledge. Not frightened. Not afraid of what it takes anymore. And then I see your face. And it all comes to a halt. That awful pain and darkness fades. I suddenly open my eyes to a blinding light from a small oval opening. While finding myself over again in the delightful but annoying chirps, I stare at the ceiling dismayed. Was that a nightmare? Or the fear that one day you won’t care? 16/07/16 For contest: Make a poem*2 Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton