#eliott
year after year
i fall once again
like leaves fall every autumn
just so everyone can step all over me
me roots then rise
i blossom
only to later fall again
-depression always comes back
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
At this hour the walls are black,
They breathe with apparitions as
The sky splits open,
I am alone as the sun dial walks
Across the stone bodies,
Where there were once streets and homes
Now lay in waste filled with your
Silhouette of silver memory,
Vast as my Earth at the crossroads
Of eight directions I walk through
a gallery of echoes and the infamy
Of the present,
And the verbiage of the moment carries
Your luminous spectre,
A master of reflections,
The dialogue of a lonely poet....
I am but a poem haunted by your ghost,
petrified by the frame of your spectral silhouette.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC