The Riddle of Ages
It is a dagger,
So bright, so sharp.
One flash,
Your whole life before your eyes.
It is the barest touch of a Whisper,
A shadowed Wraith,
Following, seeking, prowling, murdering.
It is looking at you right in The Eye.
At night.
It is water,
You do not realise you are trapped in this forever maze,
Until it had come and gone.
Come and gone.
It is a lover's caress.
Your body entwined with it.
Your heart in its hands.
Your world its.
It is the fresh tears of morning dew,
Speaking of a heart of guilt,
Murmuring of the hollow men with hands between their knees.
Useless words that tumble around, woven together by
A world who does not have the ears to listen.
"I wish-"
"I wish I could-"
"I wish I could go back-"
It is the light streaming through the ceiling,
The hope that kills.
Drowns in a sea of spiders.
Doomed to draw circles in the sand.
Who is that cruel?
Who is that old?
Who holds to key to unlock the endless secrets of the human heart?
Only time can tell you
Copyright © Amy Zhao | Year Posted 2016
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