Walls

How do I go back
to the blank walls...?

Once in time they had boasted
of the lofty hues of
pride and glory..

Affection abounded thy
floors beneath..
as mirth had breathed into the
air around...

Embalmed in your bodice..
were my mortal memories-
ages that spoke of life
and love..

Through your windows-
now decadent..
had streamed in sunshine colors
-joy and vitality...

The hues have now weathered down..
drained you of your pride..
you stand with a battered
stance...

The last shreds
of your defense are giving in--
the bounty of
yesteryears you grieve..

Time is but a
nihilistic reserve...
and what was treasured
in your prime--

now is but an anachronism
sublime..

your pleading voice still
beckons my deranged soul--
confounding me at times..
but tell me..
how do I go back?

when you are but just a relic
of what you were..

Author's Note

Thank you for reading !

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"The last shreds
of your defense are giving in--
the bounty of
yester years you grieve.."
Regret and grieve are lesson to make us better and wiser if we are lucky. A powerful poem. A lot of internal thoughts and struggle. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Arabdha]

Thank you so much Coyote...your review makes my day :-)

[SM Davis]

oh when memories are formed well before their time. Nicely written. I enjoy the flow. It reads very smoothly from start to end.

[DreyaArt]

very interesting write for sure, nicely done, very gently depressing which is difficult to do.

[misha]

What a beautiful write. Keep it up!

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Nice write, I like this part:
"Through your windows-
now decadent..
had streamed in sunshine colors
-joy and vitality..."

[Arabdha]

Thank you for reading :-)

[beyondpen]

Profound!

[Arabdha]

Thank you so much !

[Siddhartha]

Of such things are our memories made. And even as things fade out, some memories for reasons unknown grow stronger with time. Exquisite.

[Arabdha]

Thank you so much for going through 'Walls' ...memories of such moments are what keep us alive !

[sudeshna]

your pleading voice still
beckons my deranged soul--
confounding me at times..
but tell me..
how do I go back?

when you are but just a relic
of what you were..

so much depth... well written. thumbs up

[Steven Cetta]

Time is an amazing thing.

[trainwreck]

Good job. Your word choice was very powerful. Great job!

[Arabdha]

thats kind of you...thank you ! :-)