Unfinished memories

I’m stuck in the hallway,

Hanging between dreams and consciousness,

Losing the meaning of life itself, yet

Filled with a thousand definitions.

I’m lost in the memory of the past, prisoner to it,

Ever wishing for a non-existent hope;

I only but catch glimpses of it and no more.

 

Till the end of times, and I’ll remain chained to

What I seek so dearly to lose,

Search for what I’ve almost forgotten-

I may see it and pass by.

My singular fear, that I cease to care,

And be trapped in the very fault that

Beguiled me, luring me into the deep nothingness

That feels the void I feel-

 

I am the void, filled up with myself.

 

Till the end of times, and I face what I am,

I’m stuck in the hallway,

And the ever distant silhouette of a door.                                                                                  

Author's Note

this is the first in a series of eight...

Reviews

[s y e]

This is great, a series of 8? Look forward to reading more. ;-)

[Dr. Wood ?]

I think we all can empathise with this...The reaching out for that which is unreachable...