Twenty-five Year Ago

Twenty-five years ago

 

I used to call this place home

 

But now  I stand in the doorway

 

And I watch people outside

 

Trying to drown themselves in the rain

 

But I will stand by

 

And keep the time

 

Having my soul be burned alive

 

As I see them cry

 

I am burning away

 

With the rain

 

The rain drops are light

 

But you see a storm and find the reasons why

 

We lie

 

What will you0 do when the snow comes

 

Will you set your soul on fire

 

To try and keep warm for awhile

 

I will stand in the door way

 

And have my tears 

 

Dorwn the mistakes you made

 

What will happen when you fade

 

A shadow

 

Who has no home

 

You just want to see the mountains again

 

Before you let go and fall off the edge

 

I will keep the time

 

With my burning soul

 

While being drowned alive

 

I will keep the time and leave the doorway

 

Becuase when your shadow says goodbye

 

It is time to leave 

 

And continue to

 

Fight

 

 

 

Author's Note

Well, this is just a bunch of thoughts that ran together. MAybe you can make more sense of it. I would love to hear your thoughts :)

Reviews

[Ricky Campbell]

The images were great in this poem! The flow feels choppy but at the same time smooth.. great write

[Wolfwind]

This could speak to alot of things. I think the images that came across for me was of father time watching reality flow beneath him and wondering what people would do at the turning of every event in life. At the same time, I felt emotions of sorrow and frustration eminate from the piece. As if this could be the voice of a deity that is waiting to see if a people will rise up and defend their homeland. It waits and watches for only so long before it has to return to the heavens and leave mankind to it's own devices. It feels sad that people don't stand up for themselves and force the gods to do win their wars..
I also see this as a musing of a soldier, an older brother type who's come back from one battle, and stands at the doorway of his childhood home... musing and then turns to head back out into another battle.

There were a few typos I noticed, but nothing serious. This was a very deep piece. It stirs up many thoughts.

Thanks for sharing your ink!
Aaron - Wolfwind