In the shadows of the mind

What lies in the background of the mind 
but the wrong side of black 
of footprints that stop.... 
that once lead to memories 
where the walls move, 
light chasing shadows 
as thoughts creak on floors 
echoing dead moments.

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“The background of the mind” is a subterranean world of light and dark, as your poem eloquently describes....great metaphor and personification-“thoughts creak on floors echoing dead moments”-yes. We flawed mortals have always to watch our footing when traveling there. Excellent write Andrew.