Haunted

HAUNTED

How dare I move even an inch
When all around me is a graveyard
Here laid to rest, love lost and Friendships

Buried, still dressed in robes of hope
I am so cold......

So alone..........
Surrounded by ghosts

Still unable and never once able to hold
Haunted by the past

Vision to full of what was to see what could be

The times when I have smiled
They haunt me out from the photographs
The times when I was young
They haunt me out from the mirror
The times when I was loved
They haunt me....................
 ........each .........

.......and every...... 

way they can

Copyright 'The Human Voice'. 2007. 

Reviews

[frivolous treasures]

This was an eerie verse. I love the imagery that you incorporate:

"Here laid to rest, love lost and friendships
Buried, still dressed in robes of hope"

You create the lost of friendships and a haunting past that continues to make itself your present and future. Pasts make us who we are today. Yet taunting pasts come to laugh quietly in a mocking tone in one's ear, but we should remind our past of the future and keep them in their place.

Beautiful, haunting verse. Maika'i no (good job) ^^

[Mark Anthony Games (Human Voice)]

I never got a notification of your review on this work, so forgive the delayed response. Thank you FT.

[sithlordjp]

I enjoyed the tone of this one, effective, with the perfect mood. Love the imagery of : "still dressed in robes of hope"... It's like clinging to a remnant of a former life, a former self... a refusal to let go, very haunting indeed, good job!

[Mark Anthony Games (Human Voice)]

I have to admit I took inspiration from Shakspears 'McBeth' there. When McBeth is acclaimed 'Thane Of Cawdor' he asks 'Why dress me in borowed robes' Meaning the current Thane of Cawdor was still alive so how could McBeth become such, unknowing that he had been killed. I changed the meaning and adapted it for this work. Best to be honest. Thank you, I appreciate a review from one as talented as your self.