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