Monochrome

Frozen hands reaching toward the fire.

Not a care about how it will burn.

The static noise only growing louder.

Perhaps it is my turn.

Up, up. 

Crackling, crumbling.

My soul's burning up.

I am nothing more than ashes left drifting.

Shaking legs move ever closer to the edge.

Ready to jump without fear.

Skipping toward the end,

to the sound of cries no one would hear.

Down, down.

Falling, flying.

The world is upside down.

There will be no more screaming.

At the bottom there is a hall of mirrors.

Scenes of the life left behind.

Pictures of memories, images of past horrors.

Gouge my eyes out, it's better to be blind.

Inside out.

Grieving, graying.

Lights out.

There will be no more suffering.

Reviews

[Violet Chan]

This one tells about life picture perfect and all the feelings we get when life turns to be hard on us. I loved every para and they were really good.