Blistery

At times like these I feel it necessary to leave the room and travel down the hall.
The dull, narrow, ugly hallway of this dingy building.
It's so confusing, this place, and the people within, and the stories they tell.....
I am perplexed by the smiles and giggles I hear reverberate off the walls,
how can these children be so happy? How can I be that happy?
I can't quite put a finger on it. Is it just luck? Are they just the lucky ones,
the ones that are privileged enough to know true happiness.
Or perhaps they can just move on, solve the problems and smile as if nothing ever happened.

This room is hot and congested; My lugs struggle to pull in air.
this heat is stifling, and I cannot take it any more.
Now it is mandatory that I step out for a breath of real air, even if it isn't fresh, it's better than the smog in this room.

Left right left right, I watch my feet as I travel down the hall.
left right left right
one in font of the other, follow those silver lines.
left right left right
My eyes stay fixed on the ground,
not moving, not blinking,
left right left-
I stare at a pair of feet in front of mine.
Black checkerboard print high tops.
mint condition, with a few salt stains form the ice outside.
I follow the toe to the tongue, then the tongue to the pant bottom,
follow the pant legs to the torso then to the face.
I trace his chiseled cheek bones with my eyes, his skin to soft and brown.
I trace his cheeks to his nose then gaze into his eyes,
his breath taking, glistening eyes.

These halls are so bleak, so gloomy,
yet here standing tall in front of me, this tall dark boy,
with eyes of sunlight and hair like the night sky.
How is it that he can smile, while he walks these claustrophobic halls?
His smile so genuine, so innocent.
Where do you find innocence like this?

He steps to the side and presses his lips to my ear,
“smile won’t you, you look so much prettier when you smile”
I can feel my cheeks flush and he turns to face me again.

These halls are so bleak and gloomy,
yet here in these halls I found love.
Perhaps I am still unable to find true happiness,
but at least this room has air.....

Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2009