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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Unrest I wonder of the voices wafting through the attic, bare, If condemned essences of souls forever trapped up there? The weak echo of rattling chains, oh why does it persist? I’ve walked this floor a thousand times—know nothing here exists! And yet it seems choices drafted within a head like mine Might set this man to walk these coals ‘least a thousand more times. Scent in the air, oh it remains, as I clench tight my fists… ‘Turn the knob as a soft wind chimes, and history persists! A distant child’s laughter fades, guess even ghosts must play? Laugh now, dear child, you won’t believe how the time slips away. Finely attuned to angst I’m now a man, I bleed, I sigh. Halls walked now but to set things straight, the perfectionist I. And still that memory invades, a time-lapse monochrome Image that makes me purely grieve this house once thought a home. All mind processing disallowed, there is no moving on… The moment I shook hands with fate, and destiny was drawn. My shelter turned helter skelter, a grimace on my face. How is it I still long to feel the touch of her embrace? A shadow ever rending life sacrifice to one night. Given the choice a million times, I’d never get it right. The icy cold, oh I felt her burning hot in my veins, A fading photograph, surreal, it’s but truth it distains. A double-bladed knife may scrape the vision from my head, But never absolve me the crimes of my unburied dead. Where, placing my hand to the door, feel that familiar chill. Hear the voices—pulse quickening, as night grows deathly still. Product of my errant no call, and Time, so unforgiving It taunts the unrest of the damned with glimpses of the living. And still each night I’m back for more, curiosity ablaze… Never seeing how sickening the hell of my distraught gaze. And what’s another slash on wall when forever’s your sentence? I came home a day early and…for that, there’s no repentance. Michael Anderson 10/21/2019 |
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augustsky Senior Member Posts 828 midwest US |
A residual haunting of murder..she cheated perhaps..my take anyway. Definitely has the spooky-shivers thing going on. I'll keep clear of the attic thank you.  Good one Michael I am pieces of all the moments I've had & the people I've loved, I've been stitched together by laughter, tears, poems, art, song lyrics & melodies, |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
Wow! A little different genre for you Michael. I enjoyed in a shivery sort of way. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
A truly haunting write, Michael. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Oh my! That last line kind of jumped out of the closet! ~L |
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