You open eyes,
slowly,
You look around,
sharply,
But you cannot
find it
Imagine it,
clearly
How does it look,
to you?
Does it feel warm,
cozy?
Or is it cold,
scary?
Or gray, empty,
unchanged?
Take a few steps,
towards
Or maybe you,
shouldn't
You don't want to
spoil it
And so the story begins,
without a faintest of sound,
hidden between the trees,
waiting just to be found
Its letters sprout out and grow,
from pages of soil and rot,
together words they form,
that bloom led by sun's plot
And when the time is just right,
sentences are born of bloom,
they bring inside a flesh
of meaning to consume
Now bite deep inside the fruit,
absorb the story in whole
you'll be left with a seed,
to plant in other's soul
Tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk,
the wheels of steel,
familiar sound,
that makes me heal.
Trees quickly flow,
outside the glass,
and with them too,
my past shall pass.
I leave my home,
to silent plants,
watered by ghosts,
time to make plans.
I'll change myself,
I'll find my way,
I'll meet someone,
or so I pray
Tuk-tuk, tuk-pssh,
train stops, I'm here,
new, happy life
is surely near
In queue behind,
waits pasenger,
strangely see-through,
while plants wither
Sometimes the day just starts,
and on it goes and goes,
just like the one before,
nor fun nor full of woes
The trap has closed it's teeth,
you can't escape no more,
tomorrow feels the same,
what are you waiting for
And then there's a day
when everything goes well,
you try and you succeed,
might you escape this helll?
But deep inside you know,
that hell cannot be seen,
in life out there, instead
it follows you, within
Slithering lines of darkness,
slowly flow down your back,
your eyes now a bit hazy,
though still ready to attack
Swift movements of your muscles,
now but a memory,
your prey so terrified once,
now sleeps without a worry
Locomotive of your life,
is near its final stop,
though with might of the engine,
steam roars out from chimneys top
The power that lays within,
can heal, bring joy, fix heart,
the flame of fiery soul,
will burn right until we part