What do they know - "a coward's way out". (Form: Free Verse) A Two-In-One Poetry Entry |
As The Light Slowly Fades What do they know ... "a coward's way out" ... about the strength it takes to admit that the pain is not worth fighting, is never going to stop? I stare out the window – an old building, decaying with time, reminds me of my crumbling life. It's faรงade still stands, but it is a broken, hollow shell. It is me. A broken teacup might be mended, but it will never hold tea again. or serve a purpose beyond being looked at amidst the whispered "why does he keep that old thing?" I run the rope through my hand... clean, smooth, ... it is beautiful with a grey-white color like my dreams. It whispers as it moves through my hands but I can't understand the words. I draw back the curtains and open the windows... light fills the room for this is no dark act. A breeze fills the room with freshness, chasing out the cloistered smell of despair. As I lower myself off the chair, I see my shadow on the wall... it dances in a swaying, joyful movement keeping rhythm with the creaking sounds and I watch... the crumbling building watches ... ...as the light slowly fades. Notes:An entry for "Two-in-One Poetry Contest" Prompt: Death Please note: I do not condone but I can appreciate that there is a poetry, even a certain beauty, in a irrational act done for rational reasons. Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise - are all equally welcome. Ken |