The Hallways To Nowhere Poem by Eoshoros

The Hallways To Nowhere

Rating: 5.0


“Prologue”

Days without reason or care
Days of bliss and grace
Days to celebrate
Days of the Masquarade
Hundreds of masked faces
All into a colourful cheerful mess
They go in circles and they laugh
Fascinated and chilled in their hearts
And that pure noise has started to get at my nerves
Oh… **** it…
I’ll just walk downward these stairs
So this joke will the soonest end…

And just a blink of my eyes…
And I breathe still
Yet I think I breathe alone
And for just a blink of my eyes…
I’m descenting the stairs
And the surrounding madness
Just for a moment ends…
Have you ever walk in the night alone?
The shadows seem full of visions
Like windows to places unearthly and strange
While invisible eyes watch thy every step
Men…
Don’t you have better things to gaze at?
A girl with the touch that will forever haunt thy dreams
Is it just that much for thee?
Yet, it’s not my beauty you want from me, eh?
You are just selfish enough
To have the need to feel you are above the mass
And you have to be above the mass…
When such a special girl smiles to you like that…
A girl that everyone’s secret desire is to ****
A girl with youthful eyes
Like an image that came from thy sacred past
When you didn’t know much
You were naïve
You were virgin in thy hearts
Women…
Why so much hate in thy eyes?
Don’t you ever tell the very same lies?
Always seducing and playing
Like you are in a game or something…
I never lose in my own games
Hahahahahaha…! ! !
I blinked my eyes!
You may stop gazing at me now if you like…!
Yet only for a while!

The face of an angel…
For such an angel I’ve always been…
For the angels leave their high realms…
Just to float in my dreams…
Thus thy words had been…
Yeah…
See me now Christine…! ! !

“Part I”

…hmmmmm?


…where am I?



Oh great…!
I wake up in an unknown room
Next to a sleeping boy I don’t remember I had ever seen before
Oh… How weird for me…

…boy I said?
How old are you old man?
How was the night dear one?
Hahahaha…!
If I judge well from thy sight
It was what a hell of a night!
Not a chance to wake up after such a night eh?
Hahaha…!
****… My standards have been dropped way too much…
Oh well… Whatever…
Sleep old man
I’m going to dry thy bar if you don’t mind
You don’t mind I guess…?
No?
Thanks!
Oh… How kind you are I-have-no-****ing-idea-if-I-ever-knew-thy-name old man!
And… She has to be thy wife…!
She is so nice, isn’t she?
How old this picture is?
And is she thy daughter?
Oh, what a pretty little girl…!
Take care of her…
Well… Goodnight sleepy old man!
And here’s a last kiss for a goodbye!

That noise…
Why people don’t just go to their beds…?
****…
And people keep for what that much whiskey in their houses?
So much light for such a late hour…
Yet there’s a window that has no light
A window which rarely has any light
Michael…
Where had you been Michael?
Why you left me all alone…?
You know how much I need thy smile…
No I won’t…
…I won’t cry
…I won’t…
****ing tears!
For once why don’t you just stay where I say?
…****
Stupid girl…!
Don’t cry…!
Don’t dare to cry…!
Don’t…


Not…
Not now…


Michael…
Why you are stll here?
Why after so many lies?
The face of an angel…
For such an angel I’ve always been…
For the angels leave their high realms…
Just to float in my dreams…
And…
And…
…she kissed me so sweetly just above my dry eyes
…dry since no more tears could fall from those eyes…
Why…
Why you are still at my side whenever I need an embrace to cry?
Whichever spirit she and you had found behind this, then ephemeral, now for so long, so fake smile
I’m not anymore who I used to be those times…

“Part II”

Silence at last outside…
Beloved…
Oh… Beautiful beloved silence
Pour flowers of the early spring…
Bloomed for just a morning
That rised with the promise
For which you waited so patiently beneath
For days and nights, alone…
Betrayed promises…
Burned by the night’s frozing winds…
And through the night’s emptiness
Just a lone figure walks
Like though a surreal dream
...to his sacred Christine…
I should had been jealous or something I think
Shouldn’t I?

Love…
What is love?
Is it forever?
Is it for as long as I am by thy side?
What’s the meaning of eternal love for our mortal lives?
An illusion? A lie?
But I have cried in the past…
It’s so difficult to think some very certain things as lies…
…I have cried just so much…
My tears fall still sometimes…
Reflecting what?
Moments past?
And I barely feel my tears that fall...
…why my tears fall?
…why I try so much to hold in my heart
Even the palest shade of purity from my past?
Why even after so much lie?
Is something reality?
In a time ideal
Our souls would be immortal
Our dreams without end
And there would be no way to find
Where the dreams are fading away
And where illusioned we play
How can’t you wake up from such a strange reverie?

Do you know about the Water of Life?
It’s every hope a human can imagine
It’s hidden in the most ancient of the primal myths
Guarded by our unfinished childish dreams
Oh… How beautiful in their imperfection and grace
You can lose thyself forever somewhere between these sweet realities that may exist
Paths, where the sirenian, mezmerizing wind…
Whispers for unknown peace…

“Part III”

My slam city sleeps…
Grey architectures
Ethereal in sight
To reach the Gods
To reach the stars
…above the mists of our hearts…
…above the pale light of the night…

And I walk under the velvet black sky
I walk alone…
As we all come and as we all go…
Those stones are cold and grey
This city is melting itself away
I walk alone
Just watching what lies in the dark corners of the streets
What lies where usually I don’t care to see
What lies where usually noone else cares what may be seen
Since so often noone turns to see…
And I understand after so much time…
…we will just pass by…
I know who we are
And I see around me
The glorious cities of the past…
That in ruins lie
That rised and fell
That rised to fall
The glorious cities of the future…
That will rise and will fall
That will rise to fall
With noone to really care for those who once lived at those silent stones
Uncared for what they loved…
Uncared for what they hated…
Like the simple leaves that fall ever so alone…
And in the calm waters of Lethe forever lost…
With noone caring to just turn and watch…
I guess you were right Christine…
Noone to just lend a hand
Noone to be there, noone to understand…
Why you are always right Christine?
And why I never understood before
Only now that for so long…
I’m never there to just lend a hand…
To those who ever care to never leave me alone…

“Part IV”

A melancholic moon falls in the west
And in the complete silence of the very late hours of night
I wonder through what strange ways I was led by my steps
Just walking…
Alone…
I was always coming here when I wanted to be alone...
And I’m ascenting marble stairs
Leftovers of some past’s pride
And I walk through hallways at where noone stood
For who knows for how many years
Under the sight of the primordial Gods at my right
Under the sight of the ancient humans who stand among the Gods at my left
Faces above...
You stand unelusive and quiet... Alone...
Like in a conversation old
Dawned from the very first moments of time
A gathering in where my mortal presence and my limited reality
Is just so insignificant, so unimportant for thy eyes…
Godess of the ancient wild forests…
Daughter of the moon
Won’t you send one of my sisters to play with me?
...like you always did?
Why you stand sightless and still…
With a smile frozen for so much time…
Above that broken sign of who you once were?
…for so long forgotten from my kind’s memories
Princess of the realms of dreams…
How is it to be trapped in that marble skin?
Alone…
Like we…
Solitude…
Among those countless masses…
So few to care…
So few…
And I deserve noone of them…



…what is that bizarre light?
Unpure…
From what unhuman nightmare
Such a horror could been forgotten behind?
Unpure, yet… Somehow sacred in it’s essence…
Hypnotic, luring me inside…
And I make a step inside
Leaving the frozing wind behind
Walking at where I had to walk from when I was just a child…
Yet here’s now almost nothing…
Yet I am alone…
I was never alone here before…

“Epilogue”

And I’m sitting in the darkness alone…
Just waiting for the new sun…
Just waiting for the new morning to come…
Yet I don’t really care…
These Hallways lead to Nowhere now…



The lights are down now Anne…
You can cry as much as you want…

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