Ghost

I search the eyes in the old mirror

hoping for a glimpse of who I was

 

need hangs over me like worry

the image looking back at me is of a ghost

 

trapped in tarnished silver walls of time past

the very walls that hold me today

 

can I walk through these walls

no, not at all

 

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Somber Truth resonates in this haunting silhouetted poem. Noir, evocative imagery-"I search the eyes in the old mirror...hoping for a glimpse of who I was"...stark and so relatable. Time and events unalterably change us, for better or worse, deplete and imprison us, if we let them, "can I walk through these walls? Can we not? Can we help each other through the walls? Can we not? Sad and Beautiful..

[MCS]

Thank you my friend

[FateDictates]

love the simple yet profound statements you conjure with words....your new fan.

[Kristine Ferg]

Wow very dark. The imagery is very fluid and vivid. Beautifully eerie piece. I would love to see more.