my first shot at imagery...

Where is this place?
I look up and the sky is clear and blue
There isn’t a cloud for miles.
And the sun is shining down on my face.
I can’t help but think
Something’s wrong
I can’t explain it
But
Rainy days and Mondays never get me down
Only clear skies
Without clouds to form depth
Like the nothing in the never ending story
Consuming all that was imaginable for the sky to contain
I can’t take it
I need to run
I have to get away
Before I too become one of those
Woulda, shoulda, coulda
Oh I wanted to be’s
Wasted talent
I’m running through a field of purple
And I know God is getting mad as hell
Because I haven’t stopped to acknowledge it
I’m trampling his precious creations
In my own selfish need to run away from…
What?
I keep running until I see a door in front of me
It’s standing on it’s own
No frame, no wall, no room behind it that I can see
But I just know that it’s my only hope
To escape the nothingness that is chasing me.
I grab for the knob and I pull
And nothing happens
I knock
And the door is not opened for me
I beg and I plead
For someone to suddenly appear
With a key
And nobody comes
I cry harder
And yell, “Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?”
And that must have been the right question
Because the door opens to a darkness that I had never seen before
But convinced that out here
Can’t be worse than in there
I walk in
I’m not alone
Well, I am alone
Though not in the way that you think
In this room there is only me
But two other me’s are battling it out for the control of I
And in this war there are many casualties
But both sides refuse to understand the significance of the losses they sustain
I try to stop them
But to know avail
Like Lancaster and York
The enmity between me and I has been festering for centuries
I think to myself this is the war to end all wars
The war to end me
And coming to this realization
I can’t take it anymore
And I scream
I open my eyes
And a light appears
And all I can see is a mirror

© Unveiling