Haunted

 

 

Take all the shadows off my pristine wall

Let me paint and dress myself in glossy case

Banish the mirror with its open cracked face

Shut my ears so no voice in my head can call

 

Let the past be with its endless weary thoughts

Let me hold my own and dance in every hall

Crippled stiletto heels I can still walk tall

Let me build a gold cage of a thousand forts

 

Where is the blues and pain I erased it all

Filled and varnished every crack there ever was

Now I stand here erect I could paint the stars

Pretend there was a summer never a fall

 

Still on starless moonless nights you will find me

Slowly scratching beneath the surface veneer

All my fleece lined finery can’t keep me dear

From the baying voices that won’t let me be

 

I can try to run from the thoughts in my head

Too often now I know the past is not dead

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' .. Now I stand here erect I could paint the stars - Pretend there was a summer never a fall .. '

Wonderfully descriptive, such a great use of metaphors, beautiful tableaux of how!

I think of memories as being experience, lessons learned;once felt or endured they can only guide us in the direction best for the individual. We cant escape, cant wholly forget but can be led along a better path. Perhaps?

[quinfinn]

this is utterly breath taking in its profundity and vision. i love writes like this. they fuel the fire of soul searching and life's memories. wonderful write.

[MOON]

Thanks for the lovely review !
Take care.

[quinfinn]

welcome!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

WOW! You have captured the pain in such a magnetic way.... I feel the pain with every line etched to perfection!

"Where is the blues and pain I erased it all



Filled and varnished every crack there ever was



Now I stand here erect I could paint the stars



Pretend there was a summer never a fall







Still on starless moonless nights you will find me



Slowly scratching beneath the surface veneer



All my fleece lined finery can’t keep me dear



From the baying voices that won’t let me be~ This is touching... heavy are the voices you carry in you mind....

[MOON]

Thanks Robbie for gracing my page!

[Frieda P]

Have you been reading my journal? I feel this one in my soul! Wow, that's the best I can do right now...excellent Moon, just outstanding.

[MOON]

Demons all too common Frieda , thanks for the lovely review. Keep well!

[kublakhan27]

Wow, I've already been through this three times, but there are so many images and mindsets pervading this piece that it will require a few more...a masterfully-crafted piece...beautiful :)

[MOON]

Thanks my friend , you always so sweet!

[kublakhan27]

:)

[CS]

Who we are on the outside can clash with who we are on the inside. Sometimes we can paint on the appearance that we are put together and that we are happy but on the inside, we are screaming! All that pretending will eventually make us crack.

Great work on this, dear moon. A place we can all relate to, I am sure.

[MOON]

Thanks Courtney for you lovely words . Take care!

[CS]

You are very welcome, my dear friend.