The Ending

An older poem of mine, one has got to be the first right? Feel free to let me know what you think of it.

Footsteps, echo in the halls.

they climb in loudness, closer.

Some statues stand there in the shade, their still beauty taking over.

Perfection drips across the sky, an indescribable feeling.
As clouds of sadness gather up and float across the ceiling.

Footsteps echo in the halls, their closest hour at hand.
As perfection dripping, a feeling only some will understand.

The grace of statues fading, as time flies by the clock.
A ship of problems waiting,  it lies anchored at the dock.

As footsteps clearly louder, the people passed me by.
My teardrops falling slowly, like cold air in the sky.

The footsteps clearly weakened, the last echo from the walls.

As the door slams shut, and the final curtain...falls.

Reviews

[Fleur-de-lys]

Chilling! I got shivers as I read this; it reminds me of a haunted theatre, filled with the drama and melancholy that so many thespians feel! Beautiful!!!

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a metaphorical delight..enchanting read