Untitled: Because no one should label poetry
By: Sako11
The days go by
The walls close in
Your intence stair hardens
Ready to break the door
The door to the outside word
The one with a lock so strong
On million men couldn't break it
The nights drift on
They seem to last forever
The walls keep coming closer
Your closed eyes burn
Like a blaze hotter than the sun
But no you cannot open them
And let the darkness in
The years move on
Like feathers on the wings of angles
Swiftly glideing left and right
Till they tuch down on the cold ground
Where I pick them up
My hands ruff and labered
And my heart weary and lonsome
It's been ten years
Since the last time I saw your face
The last time I fought for you
The last time
The last time
Now I am trapped in the prison
Known as my fear of rejection
