#1512-Caution

Three, long, faded, meters.

Perhaps more.

On a grey day,

As rain hides in wait.

Cracked walls,

Stained with rust.

Days,

When skies turn dark, and

No one seems to be around.

As daylight fades,

Empty, silent rooms await,

And there’s no one to call.

While thoughts echo,

Steps silently fall,

And darkness descends,

Into an emptiness,

Begging to be found.

Moments that tingle,

With doubt abound.

When dreams dare,

Lonely souls look for care,

But there’s no one,

Who understands.

Grey, cracked, rusty days,

To drown in Bach,

Beethoven,

Or foggy dreams,

Praying to be forgotten.