Those creepy figures
with their spindly fingers
dance in the streetside
strobing lights.
A halloween shrine
by the roadside.
I hide as memories whisper
from the wispy shadows
of this eerie night.
Spirits from a distant
Autumn in a different rain
when the frost-coated
cobwebs of time
echoed out in decaying pain.
A morbid reminder
of a tormented soul
left down in a six-foot hole.
A grave etched with my name.
In the veiled midnight
I mourn my passing.
The life I had,
now just ashes blowing
in the autumn breeze.
My coffin lid scratched
until my fingers bled,
buried though still breathing
I mourn the silence
now the hum
has filled my head.
I may as well be a zombie
in this world of the walking dead.
a shadow just passing time
until time is also a memory
in the feint fog of a tired brain.
When those clocks
struck a harsh thud
over the thirteenth hour.
A scream for the loss of
who I had once been.
Mourning the loss
of that smile
I once wore with pride.
I heard that whisper
just by my side,
A whisper from a dream.
A whisper of sorrow.
A whisper promising
a brand-new tomorrow.
If only I evade the skeletal reaper
calling to harvest my soul
like a pumpkin plucked
from the hardened soil.
In that thin strip
of the fabric of night
I saw my sacrifice, my heart ripped out.
I saw a shrine to who I could be,
I saw echoes of future days,
if I forgot to be me.
if I allowed the curse to wash over
like a stormy sea.
I see the black cat crossing my path
only to turn back and walk beside me,
and the potion of hope is swallowed whole
I feel it lining my belly.
I stare into the night,
she stares into me and whispers.
Keep going. Ignore the darkness
and find your light,
drown out the hum
with a chorus of love.
Your pathway is ready.
So don’t walk. Run.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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