Out of Time

Thinking about days past....

Silent hallways and empty rooms

Outside the window a tree now blooms

It wasn't there before; it's been years

Everything now comes tumbling down

And it brings my fears

 

Where pictures hung the wall is bare

Sun and shadow are everywhere

Dust now coats the chandeliers

Cobwebs abound and it will be found

That no one is here

 

So many places I've lived before

So many faces that I implore

So many things I wanted to say

So many hours, so many days

So many times I said "goodbye"

So many times I had to fly

So many memories brought to the light

I'm out of my mind, and I'm out of time

 

Ghosts of friends I know I knew

Phantoms circle around and through

Haunting my memories, unable to see,

I want to make but they will not take

My acquaintance, or me

 

Tired of images taunting my mind

Phantom or real they're not my desire

Finally I turn and reach towards the light

Ghosts drain away and begin to fade

Leaving what is right

 

So many places I've lived before

So many faces that I implore

So many things I wanted to say

So many hours, so many days

So many times I said "goodbye"

So many times I had to fly

So many memories brought to the light

I'm out of my mind, and I'm out of time

 

Living in past just isn't me

It's time to figure out and see

What is real and what is past

What is gone I'll leave for last

I'm out of my mind, but I have more time

Author's Note

Please review; this is one of my favorite pieces I've written, and I'd like to know someone else's opinion. Harsh or good, I don't really care. But review please!

Reviews

[Wildecat]

Really liked this poem, very well written and a pleasure to read.