Missing Past

I was strolling through a town, hand in hand with my young son,

Feeling the Spring sun warming my neck and limbs, elated.

Suddenly I can't feel the tight grasp of his hand interlocked

With mine nor the bright sun that had grown terribly dark.

I looked down to him, but he wasn't there anymore, 

I yelled his voice aloud, seeing a thick fog beginning to form.

So I searched the pervasive fog, waiting to hear his voice,

Yet this town now seemed deserted and devoid of Life,

And his very voice seemed difficult to recall.

A glance to the sky gave no indication of day or night,

As if I didn't quite exist in light or dark, just a gray.

Then I heard him giggle but it seemed to echo,

As if  his very presence had started to wane.

Running and stopping, I tried to follow him,

Only to wind up right back where I started from,

Causing me cry and scream for my missing son.

Though I knew I could never reach him,

I could never stop looking for my little boy.

Author's Note

My first poem in quite a while, so be gentle or harsh. ;)

Reviews

[Ardra]

Then I heard him giggle but it seemed to echo,
As if his very presence had started to wane.

Running and stopping, I tried to follow him,
Only to wind up right back where I started from,
Causing me cry and scream for my missing son.

Though I knew I could never reach him,
I could never stop looking for my little boy.

As a mother... when i read your poem...oh made me not want to think of such a thing... its always the scary thought... of something going wrong with your little ones that can bring your world down ..

i some how felt another look out like the child has grown and the parent could not be with them...now when they have time the kid is no more around to giggle and for spending time with them...
very stirring piece...

[Lovecraft]

Thank you, Mistress Galadriel.

[Hebe]

There's such an eerie ghostly feeling you created ... that brings out the tragedy of this story.... excellent write!

[Poetic License]

There is nothing so painful as the loss of a child. This hits hard.

"A glance to the sky gave no indication of day or night,
As if I didn't quite exist in light or dark, just a gray."

That is exactly how it feels. To be lost between colors, lost in the space between words, as though they have been found and you are the one lost.

This had such an emotional impact on me I can't even take in the technical qualities as yet. I shall have to return for that.

The emotional calling of this poem is significant, even if you have not lost a child. It calls to loss in general, that moment of epicenter from which the rest of your life ripples thereafter.

Well done. Tough to read. Harder to contemplate further, but an amazing writing venture.

[emmajoy]

'As if I didn't quite exist in light or dark, just a gray.'

Your word show a desperate panic, the worst nightmare. Is it a parent's mind working overtime, is love so deep, you're afraid of what life does to a child - or has, perhaps.? i don't know. But do know that your words dig deep. Fine writing, but such tragic content