past

past

 

The echoed words on the walls,

The mirror in the car

Making you see the past me

The one who is not here

 

The past that is death

That is faithed not to be here instead

Restless souls and memories

From family members which live on

 

The empty space they leave in their place

The place you put aside in your hearth

Which was never filled with happiness

But all with horrible fears

 

The car driver looks in front

There is future me

All alone

That´s the only thing to be seen

Reviews

[Thea]

Outstanding..."The car driver looks in front
There is future me
All alone
That´s the only thing to be seen"

I can imagine it...Great poem... :)))

[Luke Sampson]

I enjoyed it. Very out-of-body-experience =]

[Tasha]

Well written, I enjoyed reading it.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[LittleMissSunshine :)]

I think you need to sit down, and really think about how you word your pieces.

It's not a bad thing, and I'm definetly not trying to insult you, but you're poems seem kind of thrown together.
I'm not sure what a car had to do with anything, though I'm sure that it hold some specific meaning to you.
Maybe I'm just too ignorant to grasp the deep meanings behind your pieces? XD

[Lara Biyuts]

"The past that is death"--"The past is death", however obvious it sounds, I never thought of that. Thank you for the most interesting idea and the well-written poem.

[socratesgray]

This is a very melancholy poem, with good descriptions of this particular feeling. The last stanza is what makes this poem for me. Well-written, I enjoyed reading it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Your words are true. That is why it is important to be kind to your family. A person who waste and are not kind to family and friends can be alone. Future is decide by the words we speak and the love we have shared. A poem with questions and a lot of wisdom that can be learn. A excellent poem.
Coyote