Echoes From The Past

From the walls the voices clamor,
Chasing me away from my solace and contentment,
These laughing phantoms of dreams near forgotten,
Reminding me of almost and could have been,
Showing me places I can’t quite remember,
Of faces that I think I just might make out,
Voices drifting just beyond my strained hearing,
Vaguely familiar figures perched about,
Despairing moments a cacophony of emotional confusion,
Questioning the validity of its very existence,
Its eluding creation pulls at my sanity,
Amplified only by the constant of time passing,
I hear each note hollered out in darkly,
Every hill climbed each lookout a kaleidoscope,
Meshing and weaving this tapestry of mixing color,
Like the boots of war tamping through a swath of mud,
It is I…the scattered and broken pieces strewn about,
The torn and frayed edges of unwoven thread,
From every corner of every wall the blaring of voices pierce,
Bringing me down, bringing me back,

Bringing me home.

Reviews

[writing mojo]

so this what a shadow thinks in light of a situation in human living, a geometry of skin in darken spite, that's what i see the way you separate your self by the potential of your dreams in flight,
worded to a cloudy sky dieing for your reply..

[j]

It is beautiful, no doubt.
Will it be weird to say it's the sort of writing which builds a small world in your mind?
because it is. I loved it.

[just is]

wow this one is stunning, i really enjoyed this one.

[MOON]

Lovely write . So much longing .

[...]

. what an absolutely stunning piece of writing ...
. i long for that sense of "home" ...
. maybe it's in my own heart ... and ... it always was ...