Unheard footsteps on the stairs,
A door closes without a hand,
Fragments of time consuming.
We’ve walked these corridors,
We’ve lived inside these rooms,
We’re the ones that built this castle.
A jungle outside stone walls,
Once beautiful, once wonderful.
Now a place no one can exist in.
I’m just a ghost, traveling again,
Walking through memories.
These hands gracing my time here.
I was the one, the only one,
The one that was the royalty,
Castle walls coming down.
If you see me tell me so,
For I forgot what made me come.
Time takes its toll,
But won’t tear down my home, no.
Author notes
I just love the idea of ghosts remaining in these old places. Even though I'm not a ghost-believer.
Credit goes to:
Do_You_Seek_the_Castle__by_RedAnalysis - for the picture.
Angelflower - for the contest.
Enjoy.
A contest entry
- What do you See.... Picture Prompt by Angelflower.
700 points, ended December 3, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think?
Comments
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This was a really intriguing poem and take on the prompt. thank you very much for sharing. best of luck!
Angel
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Thank you very much, and thanks for a good contest ^^.
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wow i love the concept of this poem
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Thank you, I love the concept too
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