The path

i sit as i stare directly towards the blue moon
the clock ticks and ticks, saying it will all end soon
wind blows through the windows, as cold as the snow
outside, there're ghostly streets, basking in the winter glow
a gentle hand touches my shoulder, it's time to go
all my memories and nightmares, they leave, that, i know
it won't be easy to let go, it never was
it's cold, the window closes, the blinds go down
no more beauty, the one the moon has
this will be my new home, my new town
maybe forever won't i see you, or never
maybe peace shall reign when i leave
but your eyes remain as cold as ever
you always did as you please
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mother, i'm terrified
those monsters, they make me petrified..
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foolish child, it's all in your head
close your eyes and they'll all be dead
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i can't close my eyes! i won't see..
the look on your face when i fall asleep
said my eyes, those as deep as the sea
you smiled and told me to count the sheep
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mother i'm scared! i'll be all alone
everyone i knew, who cared, they'll all be gone..
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foolish child.. you've always been alone, from the beginning
those dreams you have, they bear no meaning!
your life is yours, and yours only
it starts with you and ends with you, whether or not you're lonely
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i close my eyes, i see nothing but a tunnel of the end
i am gone, forever, no family, no friend
it starts and ends, with me and me only...

@SyriusSystem
Your poem captures well the themes of isolation, mortality, and existential dread. Your use of cold, the progression of time, and aspects of vulnerability give the whole thing an air of powerless desperation. The switching of your rhyme schemes throughout the poem and use of near rhymes further adds to the sense of things not being comfortably predictable and slightly off.
The parental figures dismissive and unsupportive presence further enhances this sense of being without any safe haven or source of comfort and reliance. This is summed up nicely with the end line, which strikes as both the narrators self awareness and a warning to the reader that their existence might not be so very different.
A good poem. Well done.

@SyriusSystem I love this the way you wrote it is amazing. I do poetry too and find this way above me. good work! :)