K.F., Writer

I’ve walked down this line,

I’m always saying I’m fine.

It was lies I’ve told,

My soul was never gold.


I sit there in silence,

Always with a look of absence.

Everything’s lost within my mind,

I’m always stuck on the borderline.

Will I walk off this golden line into the light?

Or will I fall into the dark, like an afterthought?


Everything’s unknown

There are figures standing in the dark

My eyes are shut from the world

It’s time to let go and hold on

To finally open up

And say all the words left unspoken