PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The primary actions one takes,

one tends never forget,

they pursue you till the day you lay and rest,

effects are brought out as you take steps,

I walk, stretched hall with great view,

small windows appear,

I can count 5 and a ending wall ,

slice the veins,

like the Nile river the red fluid flows,

I take steps,

first window emerges,

I gaze, a bright light appears,

wonderful wishing star,

I wish for the red fluid to stop,

I walk begin to see blurs,

I arrive at the second window,

I gaze,

light brown material is the design it wears,

so soft it looks so nice,

seems like silk maybe is soft like cotton,

I begin to walk,

my sight begins to blur once more,

I take steps,  

third window,

I gaze,

something so bright blinds my sight,

so precious I know for a fact,

I can feel the warmth this window has,

try to react,

I take steps,

fourth window a dark room,  

seems there is no sight,  

till I begin to gaze,

a marvelous glow,

as a candle it begins to illuminate the room,

so magnificent I weep,

lights blur, my mind turns,

I fall to the floor,

my curiosity lifts me up,

I haul up my body with my arms,

I kneel, I move,

my knees lose flesh as I drag them to the fifth window,

I stand, I gaze,

a heart so bright Is there,

beats of slow tunes,

with each beat splatters of fluid,

it drapes from the top,

I cant react,

my body descends,

an ending wall I lay my head,

it holds the body that stations on the floor,

my own shoulder,

it listens, paint peals away,

I see that this is the place I marked your name,

I was once out the door,

but found the way back,

my first love I can never forget or take back!

-che