About someone who lost their family and could'nt face retuning home, then after a year decided to sell the house.


An Object From The Past.

He felt the past once more descend
As he stood inside the door
Felt dark shadows pass about him
To chill him to the core

Saw the things once so familiar
Gathering dust within the gloom
The chairs set round the table
That once sparked life within this room

No more the sound of laughter
That once caressed his eager ears
Just a throat that felt constricted
As his eyes now filled with tears

He new this day would have to come
And the demons he would face
His footsteps now the only sound
To echo in this place

He placed his hand upon the banister
His foot upon the stair
His motion slow yet purposeful
And yes, fearful of what was there

But there was nothing there to greet him
Only objects fine with dust
No hint of love or passion
Or nights once filled with lust

Just another bedroom
An object from his past
But soon would change, and re-arrange
And in another light be cast

So once more into the sunlight
This just a figment from his past
And a life that lay before him
He can live again at last.




Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-10-17 at 16:36

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Kathy Lockhart
Graham you have just taken me into the life of this one who must return to an empty house. I felt I was there watching each step, feeling each emotion.
2006-10-23


BlueyedSoul
so much of the past can haunt us...this is indeed a telling write graham
great work
~Blue
2006-10-18


Arti
Very touching write... very beautifully rhymed and written.
2006-10-17


Neil Chalcraft
very emotive, very good
2006-10-17


-Angela
so very beautiful, graham...
2006-10-17