Emptiness

Time fly’s by as the year’s pass.

Looking to find what I have missed,

in this, life’s journey.

Looking back at my beginning.

Where it all began for me as a child.

 

Looking for friends from playgrounds.

Acquaintances of the past, that I have missed.

In a town, I once knew, to be my home.

Vision of my youth

As shadows of time appear.

 

Coming back, searching now within

the cobwebs of my mind.

I find It was just another place,

A time, that I passed through.

There is nothing there for me at this time,

 

 But of dreams long passed.

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

My uncle regularly comes home and reguarly gets LOST trying to find his old haunts. He finds the pace of transformation to be staggering and confusing.
I thought of him whilst reading this because he is the personification of this 'mind journey' and it stirred up my image-banks.
Nicely done Will.

[Willard Wells]

Thank you so much. A few years ago I made the journey back and the transition was so great, that some places I could not find. Of course some were torn down to be sure. Take good care of your uncle.

[Tony Jordan]

Thank you Will. I know that you mean that with all your heart.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You certainly managed to portray that feeling many experience of futility. Of a past of little consequence despite the need to reflect upon it in search of meaning.

[Willard Wells]

I have visited, but long ago realized going back is not an option, just a place to pass by. Thanks for your visit and kind words.

[AustinDF]

You know, I like the concept but I think it could be more visual to engage the reader deeper so they could absorb the concept better.

[Willard Wells]

I understand and appreciate the suggestion. I will have to wait and see it my mind has more vivid views to bring to it. Thank you for you time.

[AustinDF]

For sure, thank you for the read! I enjoyed it.