uncertaintyA Poem by Andre PetersonThe picture is painted red and the room frozen over. This prison has endless corridors with its lonely souls calling out your name. A name I wish to forget. A face that will always be the same. The emotion is new and raw. The dreams that comes with are unbearable to me. This current seems calming, I think aloud. Blacked gate to freedom. I've gone numb to the spray hitting my face. I long for the sparkle that shines just above the surface. Like a fool, I plunge myself in. Free from the chaos above. I see my fingers slipping through your hair. I recognize the smile that lifts me up. I've begun to choke. As if like magic I believe that the world has been left far behind. A world I wish to forget, a journey I will not miss. If I was wrong about the beginning, when will I reach the end? Spare the obvious, a crystal heart is much too precious. Unbalanced in a world we all find ourselves in. Take everything you thought you knew. I never meant for uncertainty.
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