An entity all its own.
A living,
breathing
force.
The walls hold secrets
of times gone by,
memories of long ago.
The house keeps
its secrets close.
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THE HOUSE
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THE PAST
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THE PAST
I think back to times gone by,
when I could still soar and fly.
I took life by its horns.
I knew not of the thorns.
Love hit quickly in a heartbeat.
I jumped in too fast with both feet.
Our love burned bright and hot,
But soon he loved me not.
Hurt, I married another.
Why do I even bother?
Such feelings serve no purpose
than allow past thoughts resurface.
Does he think of me sometimes?
I still do, at these sad times.
WRITE ME A MELODY
Sing me a song.
Write me a melody
Of times gone by
And moments lost in time.
Stroke the keys.
Massage the ivories.
Raise your voice high
Until I hear your words.
Words of hope and loss.
Sing them loud and clear.
Stories of faraway places
And times that are long gone.
I close my eyes.
I can still hear your words.
I can see your fingers
Stroking the black and white.
Your words have taken flight.
They reverberate through time.
They have left your lips
To land on mine.
A sweet melody
To soothe my advancing years.
A pretty song
To wipe away my empty tears.
A PLAINTIVE ECHO
“Open the door and
Step inside.
The darkness beckons to you.
Welcome!”
The wind sighs its plaintive plea.
Cold air swooshes past my face.
“Do you hear the music?
A party is waiting for you in the drawing room.
Don’t be afraid.
Peek in.
Can you see the dancers?
Twirling around and around.
You can see through them?
Can’t you?
That’s because they’re transparent,
An echo from the distant past.
Those who lived here before
Who now inhabit this old house.”
A gowned figure of a woman turns to me.
The flesh slowly shrivels from her body,
Leaving behind a skeleton of bones.
She cackles, “You can now join us.”
Her hand reaches for me.
I turn to flee.
The windows and doors snap shut.
I jiggle the door handle.
Locked.
Trapped in the deep recesses
of my mind.
No escape.
ECHO
THE STAIRCASE
I close my eyes to sleep,
and what do I see?
The staircase from my past.
The stairs from my
elementary school.
I can hear voices
as the children run up the stairs.
to their classes.
I can hear their shouts
as they run down
to the basement for lunch.
I can’t see their faces.
I only hear their voices.
All I can see is the empty staircase.
The lone echo of my childhood.
DUST TO DUST
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As I fade away,
I think of days gone by.
As I crumble to sand,
I remember the past.
As I shrivel to nothing,
I regret what I’ve done.
But most of all,
I regret what I haven’t.
DARKEST SECRETS
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My closet holds memories.
It hides my deepest secrets.
It can be dark and dreary.
It can ooze life’s nectar.
I should close the door.
I should never look back.
But I can’t stop myself.
I need to see it once more.
BUT A GHOST OF ME
My life has taken a downward spiral.
All I have taken for granted
is gone in a second.
All I have taken for granted
is gone in a second.
A fleeting memory
of good times gone by.
Leaving me in a vacuum
of my own despair.
To wander the nights alone.
Voices filling my head.
Ice in my veins.
No one is left
but a ghost of me.
but a ghost of me.
CRYSTAL CHANDELIER
Crystal chandelier of mine.
I love your sparkle and shine.
You bring back memories long gone
when life hadn’t been so far gone.
Remember the parties we used to host?
Fancy guests arriving from coast to coast.
Music and laughter were the rules of the day.
But now all that are left are the bills to pay.
SADNESS FOLLOWS ME
Sadness follows me
wherever I go.
It haunts me
in all its forms.
There’s no escape
from its long arms.
I close my eyes
to see its long shadow.
