Shadows

in the midst of everything and nothing

memories of you permeate still,

the rustling of the paper haunts

lifting of this coffee cup taunts

my every thought

life without you leaves me stranded

I listen.

sounds of madness race outside my bedroom window

drunken screams and slurred speech

anger unleashed as slaps abound

blue lights splatter as tires slide

shadows hide

and I thought I was the only one 

in pain

how absurd.

how can we pull back the page

to a sweeter time

when love was real

and hope alive ...

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

We all have our cross to bear - my mum would say and as a kid I would wonder what she meant but I soon realised that the cross assembles as we grow and so does it grow and weigh heavily.
The pain is deep in this one and the guilt and feeling pained in the face of other - more obvious sources of pain is equally deep.
Superb write Alisa.

[Alisa Js]

Thank you, Tony for your comments and time... yes, we all have our good days and not so good... some more or less than others.

Wishing you well.

Alisa