Hidden Ashes
A forest of doors lines the hallway like treesStanding gray and ominous, slightly ajar.
No light escapes from each crack,
Only darkness looms and secrets whisper
Eerily through the stale air of death's lungs.
Hidden as ashes, lost dreams and loves
Lie buried beneath tattered and discarded
Remnants of a time of light and life.
'Move darling; take one step.'
I shall not move for I have no feet
'Then glide, my love; glide.'
I shall not glide for I have no hope
'Just stay, my sweet; just stay.'
So, I stay, lonely in the shelter of catacombs
And caverns filled with emptiness and death
You may see me in the shadows.
I am the movement of a rat scuttling along
With red eyes that reflect the hell I am in.
I am in the charred chambers of all torment
And I laugh in spite of my circumstance.
Hear me?
Kathy Lockhart
9/27/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-09-28 at 01:16
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