The Nature of Reminiscing

I closed my eyes to escape myself once
The moon's silent stare, bulging brightly at the sight
It hung bare and wistfully; as if disconnected from the sky itself
A starscape of likeness, pulsing channels of light to all that's lost

And I'am lost!
Staggering through darkened hallways and blank corridors
With eyes rolled back
And fingers like phantoms; stretching to meet something familiar

And they do
In a gilded pathway that my vision will never leech upon again
I remembered taking someone here once
When possibilities were endless and everlasting

Long before the shades were drawn
Allowing only a paucity of light to outline what's in between
Before the floorboards stood up
Revealing every dirty secret underneath

Before the ceiling cracked opened and built its own teeth
Threatening to replace what had been gutted and pilfered
Just to spit what's left into the yielding night sky
Bringing an end to its transparent gaze of romanticism

There was a moment of clarity
Of happiness
Now trapped behind stoic eyes
That fear nothing, but their own nature

Reviews

[Timewilltell]

My brother......This poem is beautiful

[ROXANE DORSEY]

I enjoyed reading this piece of poetry. keep up the nice work.

[Jed Johnson]

Thought provoking, great imagery.

[MOON]

Poignant imagery, life and the disappointments. Lovely write.

[NotAboutMe]

Very nice writing. Good imagery and vague enough to have good commonality. We all have our lifting floor boards and cracking ceilings once we become old enough to sense the passing of time and its erosion of everything.