I’m so tired.
Spinning flashbacks
Run, tumbling
Through my quiet thoughts.
It’s dark in the room.
The faded light shone briefly
Drawing bright streaks on the wall
But now the sun is sleeping.
The only sounds whisper,
Feebly trying to penetrate
The unknown night.
Life is escaping, her days gone.
Life smiled at me,
While she desperately cried.
She flew from the half- opened window
Leaving my distant corpse behind.
Her eyes were bright and hopeful
Veiled by salty tears
Which now die away behind the fluttering curtains.
The reflection of my childhood face
Looks curiously, hanging from the cracked walls.
A nervous laughter, or maybe desperate tears
Echo from those far away days.
Do you remember?
But the days pushed and pulled,
Only to run away and hide, snickering.
The moon’s tired, pale face
Is the only reassurance
That doesn’t rush away in a blur
Soon to be locked away,
Host of dust and darkness
In sleeping, never opened doors.
Author notes
Things we lost in the fire.
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Comments
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Very moving. I liked this a lot. Good job and good luck.
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This was a very interesting take on the contest. You had some wonderful imagery and great metaphors in here. Thank you
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