Closed eyes.

Came to mind when I was thinking about the magic of the rapidness of occurrences of when we blink.

Stepping into a portal 

A hallway stretches out 
Floating around seem to be preventions

for what is to aboard the ship 

slowly and timidly my hands

pull down on the sails , 

nearing the end of the portal , 

 WRECKAGE. 

 Is all my eyes can see ,

black clouds emerging from the burnt to the floor wood

one blink - a figure fights through the smoke clouds ,

only to fall and never get up as a pure one

Two blinks - figures helping each other to keep going 

Three blinks - One of those figures uses the companions as a shield causing death

Four blinks - that whom betrayed all , made it out alive 

Five blinks - My last smoke filled breath  , eyelids droop down to a close , 

though not open again~

Reviews

[Chadvonswan]

Though not open again. You should try some poetry in the form of a story...

[kassystiletto-mermalien]

i see what you mean, thank you :)

[Alex]

I love this poem, especially how you used the blinking imagery towards the end. Some great phrasing and powerful writing in there, well done!