Lost in the dark alley
Lost in the dark alley,
Shadows merging from the corner of the each wall,
The sound of dripping water from the pipes above,
*drip* *drip* *drip*
The sound just so synchronise with the sobbing that erupted from the chest
.
Suddenly in the dark alley..feeling lost and confused
The noise that is been in the head…the pounding of conflicts in the heart,
The wanting and unwanting desires of feeling once again
The lost one doesn’t know what to do
To hide in that little dark corner
To curl up as if it hurts so much in the heart
To dig harder and uncover the truth
Or to clam up and play nonchalant to the changes
.
It was not too long ago
The shelter of the tree was offered
The sun was bright, the light was warm
Troubles just drifted with the wind as they grow along
The stable tree, a trusty protection
Protected the lost one from the harsh wind
Provided the lost one with shelter and shade for the past years
The tree…a seed was planted and it grew together with the sunlight and water
With the wonderful aid of the tree
.
Outside the alley,
Down the left fork, by the road,
The tree is still standing there, steadily and sturdily
With his open branches of shelter, shining ever so brightly under the sunlight
Why am is the lost one hiding in the alley, lost like a little puppy, sobbing in the heart
Is it time to move on and step out of the shelter and shade
.
But the tree is in the garden of someone’s house
It stands rightfully where it truly belongs
Why does one yearn to have more when contentment was more than enough
Why does one feel something a bit more…
The unfamiliar feeling….the painful truth being dawned right before the eyes
The illusion was created to distort the picture
The tree was never hers
.
With tail between the legs
Whimpering in sadness, looking out of the alley
To look at the tree
Someone has begun to feel
Someone has begun to think
The fear of losing the tree
The fear of losing the shade and shelter
The admission of entering yet another state of vulnerability
Should one stay or should one leave
The tree is calling out
The place will be there….but for how long
Until the leaves wither and fades away
Or when the strength is no longer there to hold on
.
Lost in the dark alley
Crouching in the corner
Shadows as the blanket
Shivering in the cold, numbing the pain in the heart
Creakings of the stoney walls, downing the screams in the head
