The Call From The Endless White
Pretty white and yet it scares me.
I don't want to think of the thought that'll break me.
All I want to do is be free from this misery.
As I try to think about a happy memory.
And yet I can't think of one.
I wish that I can call someone; anyone will do as long as they can hear me.
I want someone
I need someone
To free me from this silent prison
I can cry
I can scream
But no one will come for me
Free me from this prison
Free me from this place
Free me from this nothingness that keeps me in this white space.
I don't want to be here
I don't want to be locked up forever
I want to be free like the birds that sore above the sky.
That are free to roam the sky.
I want someone to hear me.
Anyone will do.
Because I…
Because I Don't…
"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE ANYMORE!"
Pretty white and yet it scares me
I want someone to hear me
End
Sanzo's Guardian Angel: Just another short poem. A bit shorter than the last one.Please review.