The Eternal Child
Amidst the clouded ruins of our city she sat.
Not a ghost of the past, but in flesh.
Her face adorned with childish delight.
Her eyes, scarlet almost iridescent.
Her stare, unwavering.
She did not blink, or look away, the sky was all she saw.
Ignorantly I stood.
A feeling aroused in me, or rather a want for her to look my way.
Not long did I wait till my wish was granted.
The sky was no longer the sickly gray twisting storm I had always known.
The wreckage she sat on was now a magnificent structure that towered into the
sky.
The dark lifeless ground was no longer, but covered in green hairs.
A bright ball of light far up in the sky filled me with warmth the likes I’ve never
known.
The moment so brief.
So ephemeral, but for a time did she stare in to my eyes.
The world returned to the way I had always known.
Her stare back to the sky.
It was then i came to know.
She stares not at the sky, but a world that had long since been lost.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
