This poem was inspired by the image "The Arrow Shot" by Claudio Mufarrege, who has been featured at One Shoot Sunday.
Dark echoes in the ghostly silence,
Resonant moments in time.
Flood through the aching corridors,
Calling out to the loneliness.
The walls oozing sullen intensity,
Remembering each footstep.
Time lost in history's dreams,
As he walks the corridors alone.
So many moments he longed for her embrace,
Yet so many more seconds pass by alone.
Darkness more empty these nights,
Stood alone in the loneliness.
Aching for her to walk with him,
Along these walls again.
Sparks of light shatter the black,
Intensely filling the beautiful walls.
Dreaming moments flung to reality,
The reality of the unknown.
So many times he searched for her face,
Wishing he didn't have to go on alone.
Silence.
No more.
The memory.
Burns brighter.
The realisation that she's never gone,
Builds up in his aching soul.
Brightening the darkness ahead,
Leading hope toward the way out.
6 comments:
Nice One Shoot Sunday...the longing and the knowing she never really was gone....thank you...bkm
Your poem reminds of mental walls we raise over time confining spirit, love, and person. The hopeful realization at the end is inspiring. Very nice write!
I love that the walls are oozing these feelings and angst. Great take on the photo.
Love the ending. And if he didn't believe that already, he might need to start, yeah?
It's a sad yet hopeful poem. 'Leading hope toward the way out."
He's following her ghost, or perhaps the ghost of their love. And the ghost is leading him to safety. Nice one!
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