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ABOUT THIS PLACE


This abandoned place sits in silence
yet the memories linger on,
as they whisper of past innocent love
that long ago was destroyed.

Up and down and sideways
we would sit for hours in such ease,
sharing dreams from deep within
as trust was forged with such strong promise.

So many days of anticipation I remember
as I return in my quest to face the pain,
that has haunted me since I waited that day
and my hopes of our future were surrendered.

But it seems that I must relinquish
that faith I held for so long,
I desperately wish to hear your spirit
speak to me about your abrupt disappearance.

I still hear the laughter and feel the comfort
of times I thought would never end,
but all I hear now is that so soft squeak
as our abiding friendship floats away upon the breeze.

And as we shared our secrets
enveloped within this world for two,
I feel the tears roll slowly
for the promise that never ensued.

The threads of my life's tapestry
began with parts of you
and as it starts to unravel
I search for answers from the past.

But this place sits strangely silent
for the memories come from me,
there's not a wisp of you here anymore
and a part of me now withers.
I sit upon the sands of time
as the vitality of the tides
mesmerisingly wash and play with my feet,
teasing me gently into thoughts
of a realm that for the most part
has laid dormant.
But I feel a nudging
that time and space are allowing me
to breathe.

Do I wallow in retrospection
and will that help me assume
my true identity?
Clear the past of the nonsensical and pointless,
a rubbish yard that has clouded the inner light for too long.

Let the waves of soft rebuke
be my conduit to a revival and a merging, finally,
of mind, body and spirit.
Rip out the dark pages
or the light will never infiltrate.


Contest: SKAT's Epic
8/1/2015

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  1. Date: 7/31/2015 5:59:00 PM

    Just AMAZING!!
  1. Date: 7/31/2015 5:45:00 PM

    This is epic, you are a word master and i enjoyed this very much
  1. Date: 7/31/2015 5:14:00 PM

    Hello Nette!! Best of Luck here in SKAT's contest. This is a most excellent poem and very well-conceived. You might have the winning entry here!! I will keep my fingers crossed!! A "7" -- of course. Cheers and Best, Gary

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