Walking The Path
I’m alone to walk the path of life.
Every 24 hours seems like 24 days.
I counted on people to be next to me, but it is revealed that there’s no one behind the curtain. Just an empty stage w/ the lights of the heaven, flushing out the red curtains of hell.
I look up, asking “why is this true”?
No emotion to cry out. It is held deep within my heart because it’s afraid to reveal itself in fear of being stabbed again.
The scars from it being stabbed are permanent and not even a friend can take them away.
(2007)
