Whispers of My Soul
Oftentimes
since recent past
from across that
yonder astral plane
someone whispers my name
over and over again;
In some remote bay
implacable waves lash
rocky shores with vicious gusto.
A rundown lighthouse,
abandoned and forlorn,
stands steadfast…
ever vigilant
ever a beacon
for the strayed souls.
A solitary flame
flickers deep down into
the dark depth of my soul;
These windswept waves whipping the shores
whisper my name over and over again.
~May Day Premier contest by Brian Strand.
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2017
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