a thousand years

sitting frozen like a corpse in the dark, a gargoyle, it feels like I've been here for a millennia.

I've wondered for a lifetime how anyone would let me get this old without warning me.

it's too late, it's too late, I murmur but it feels like I'm chanting an ancient spell to arouse the gods.

too old to start again, too young to know any better, I feel like I have outlived myself.

 

crouching in agony below a strange darkness that bites my fingers and pinches my skin.

paper on knee and pen in my shaky hand, writing a rambling outline of a poem to a dead man.

signing the bottom with a stale name, ink bleeding with the tears dripped on the page.

I smell of sulfur; I speak like the haunting echo of an ice covered lake, but oh, my voice was once so sweet.

 

 

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

This is hauntingly beautiful.The kind of writing that aches in your bones after reading.
Amazing work keep writing 😊

[alexiamarie]

thank you so much!