The Beige Wall

I shut my eyes And I’m the smallest particle alive  Barely living  In the darkness behind my eyes  Trying to push and pull onto ropes  I believe they’re tiny as well  But slightly bigger than my own existence there I breathe in all the force from the little air I get   And try to escape them as they strangle me and soon, I’m an acrobat  Dangling and twirling onto them  They enormously strive to pull all that I have But, as the light flickers, I’m dressed  All in red and blue  With a poised vision in my mind  With the sudden control I hope, I carry  With all that I have, I try and juggle  Swinging and twirling onto those ropes. 

The night is To love The darkness; to elope into Silence to witness the unheard A caress to comfort the one standing beside, Remembrance for those departed. For the souls to enhance, Bodies to fade out. To soak the warmth off every breath And slow down the ticking hands. To wish for a pause; with no end. To forget the light of the day, That keeps apart the yearning emotions; And freeze out the cold world Paying no heed to words. An aching heart to provide solace; to the other.