It was dark in the cellar.
No light to fume the room. To
show the dancing fairy dust fluttering around.
The scent of decaying walls could be felt against his back. As his spine tightened in towards it. Eyes trying to fix on any glimmer of light of
hope. He could hear nothing deep down in
the darkness. All to keep him company
was his memories. These thoughts flooded
the loneliness of those hours. His knees
held tightly to his tummy like a child.
Summer scents sunshine fields dancing away a beer in his hand. Then bang the darkness fell again. Flooding his eyes with tears. That was the day his eyes never seen the
light of day again. The crash had taken
everything. His wife and son and his
eyesight. His lungs still moved his
heart still beating. His heart to empty
so alone. His world in darkness. The salted tears ripped through his skin like
the metal in the car did all those years before.
Where are they now? What am I to do in this darkened cellar that I live in? My voice is the only one i hear. I wish I could see them one last time. I hate these chains around my eyes.
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