Yesterday

Backwards to go forwards, forwards to go back.

These blank walls
in this empty house
with the doors wide open
and the ceiling tiles
falling through
the broken floors –
it closes its arms around her,
     asks: please stay.

And she wants every reason to leave,
but the darkness draws her in.

The holes in the plaster
where pictures once hung
and the dust that rises
at her every footfall
remind her of the infinite sunsets
and beautiful smiling children
with their sparklers
that burned out
     in the dark of the night.

You can't go back.

Reviews

[Moki]

Oh, I really enjoyed this.
The bit about darkness seemed a tad bit cliche to me, but it didn't hinder the poem in its entirety.

"The holes in the plaster
where pictures once hung
and the dust that rises
at her every footfall
remind her of the infinite sunsets..."

I really like that bit of imagery.

[RAWR!]

very interesting,
i like the flow in the description of things you have chosen,
forexample;

These blank walls
in this empty house
with the doors wide open
and the ceiling tiles
falling through
the broken floors �

walls house doors ceiling tiles fall through broken floors,
broken floors is fun because when i see it in my head the ceiling tiles fall down and break the floor.
hard to describe it in words.
anyway thanks for sharing.

[M.S Solis]

Wow!
I see the scene as it's written!
I like your style keep it up!

[A]

Love this! Really good visuals and great writing! :)

[H]

The story of a woman trapped in her past. The visuals are really vivid.

Loved this:

"and the dust that rises
at her every footfall
remind her of the infinite sunsets
and beautiful smiling children"