Best Poems Written by David Costello

Corridors of Ink

There are times when it is Necessity to be alone.

In such moments,

When the mind shimmers between the real and ethereal,

I desire to find myself in a deserted town



Devoid of human life

But reflecting its nature,

Only there can man find answers about himself

Beneath a setting sun



My hands have lingered on the walls

Deserted by their builders,

But whose purpose I can feel

As if the town, denizens and makers, were speaking



As buildings are a language in the spatial world,

The landscape of paper is populated by many such constructs of ink

Whose endless corridors

I wish to wander

Copyright © David Costello | Year Posted 2020