i know the ending

i slipped through a door about seven.

i knew not to look back.

in awe, i was lost,

but there was no passage when i thought to return.

i stayed in hopes of a secret.

i observed from inside.

through a pane of glass, they could see me,

but i could not reach beyond the barrier.

i saw the most vibrant colors.

i heard songs that could not pierce through the veil.

when i told them, they scoffed,

but they didn't know the window was there.

i begged for the way back.

i silently screamed while they smiled and waved.

after a lifetime, i stopped my uphill clawing,

but i saw a light when i finally sat still.

i no longer wish for the path to reveal itself.

i stopped pleading for them to hear.

but do they know about the door to the in-between?

do they know you can see the end of the world there?