The Shadows Within

Reaching out of the darkness for something solid to grip, but still, like every time before, I find nothing but the broken shards of what once was. I reach again only for you, grabbing mist instead.
Why in here are you nothing, I remember you vibrant and warm, but now just consuming shadows. No solidarity to your touch, no meaning to the substance you use to have.
Was it all a dream? Your light now transformed into this nightmare. Consumed by the shadows within I sit in darkness, waiting to believe in something more real then your memory.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Time make all things become myth and tale.
"Was it all a dream? Your light now transformed into this nightmare. Consumed by the shadows within I sit in darkness, waiting to believe in something more real then your memory."
The above lines, I do understand. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[CJ43223]

Love this piece of writing Wyrn! I can feel the darkness, and it has always been there no matter how far I try to escape. But for the pain I no longer wish to claim, the memory eventually becomes a belief growing me stronger and stronger, and although the shadow is still with me, I'm the person my shadow listens.

This poem makes me think that some memories have come and passed. Some moments we just have to cherish till it lasts...right? even though we know they are inevitably fleeing away, with no consent. How barbaric.
Thank you for the request, I enjoyed this writing very much. :)

[Wyrn Tiger]

I wrote this after they put an old friend down the family dog molly

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when someone becomes just a memory, we find reasons to lash out...other times we reminisce in fondness, but often we find reasons to say..."I didn't want you anyway"--
I have experienced this lack of solidarity.
j.

[Wild Rose]

Keep on Wynn
Memories are fleet come and drift away
Your writing skills will reawaken as you test and use them