Gone
reality filters through the heavily draped window
light finds a way in to chase a phantom's glow
luminosity dances and dodges free to play
begging and urging the spark to stay
gloom takes a turn unable to smother the rays
illumination diverts the Dark fabric as a seamstress at sew
creating long strings of floaty light in tow
controlling rogue leashes anchored to the floor
obscurity claims the airy bright collar for jaws that devour
sitting vacant, seeking, craving, display wants something to show
a chair is just a chair or the end of a row
the ease next to me now leans empty of your grace
a place lost in time's erase
the pictures are put away
words never spoken hide with the stray
beyond the phantoms movement I find
a point I often sharpen to curse time
for destroying what was mine
one word dares and stays despite
flies an defies divine
a single syllable left benign
GONE
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Copyright © Sheer Terror | Year Posted 2018
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