They grope in shadows,
they stumble, his tight lipped guide and he
through the cluttered rooms
of a haunted mind.
He stammers incoherently,
creeping as a boy again on trembling hands
and knees,
fights back tears that grown men hide.
He feels the chains,
hears the breaking glass, clenches
a bleeding fist,
the banging in his heart shuts out
the whispered screams.
He braces himself to follow
silent footsteps down subterranean corridors
that go nowhere,
searching for daylight in darkness.
A door appears, slowly begins to open,
lets the light come in to drive away the ghosts.
He shuts his burning eyes
stunned by the light,
cries a muted cry for help…
A distant voice replies Alles hat seine Zeit.
A clock strikes: the door slams.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
WOW! Amazing poem!
Love the stark darkness throughout to the very core of our
own fears!
Great writing and great Healing!
WRITE ON!
Warmest Blessings, LOVE, and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Sheexooo
STay Positive!
John
this was captivating.
ness
Love,
Eileen
Cheers,
Dan
Be always safe,
Karen
Sandie Angel :o)
Mary
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.