Treasure Island

David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Calling Out To The Shadows


Sometime I feel so lonely
touching on to despair
calling out to the shadows
in hope there is someone there.
No voices reply to me
only the silence of loneliness
that oozes through the corridors
I walk along each night.
No flicker from candlelight
to throw shadows on the wall
only a long silence
with never an end in sight.
I can see the shafts of moonlight
through windows no longer there,
the stars through the holes
where there was a roof
as the world revolves around me
a ghost from the past.

24 October 2013

Submitted: Thursday, October 24, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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