In her world of in between,
another life of hers, she dreams.
This place, herein, not life, but sin,
she clings to dreams that were.
This shade of grey where she exists,
this other world, a dark abyss,
she’s made to hear eternally,
the echoes of the past.
He comes each day, to see her grave,
her touch, her voice, he sadly craves.
Her ghostly touch, unfelt, unseen,
his tears fall in the dust.
Her silent tears, unheeded fall.
Her soft caress, not felt at all.
This living hell she’s forced to dwell,
decidedly deserved.
As he knelt in deep lament,
his crying stopped, his sorrow spent,
a feather touch, a chilling kiss,
a message from the grave.
That wistful touch upon his cheek
renewed, unguarded, he did weep.
As soft as petals in the wind,
she made her presence known.
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11 Comments for “Wistful”
Raymond Tobaygo
says:Good afternoon, Riss
Sad, haunting poem. You can feel the heartbreak of one who misses life and the unfulfilled hopes that are now bitter regrets. Well done!
Take care and stay safe,
Ray
Anisa Claire
says:Chilling… I enjoyed this piece a lot. It started off as maybe being a situation she was in morally, but ended with a twist. Great job.
Anisa
Dave Allen
says:Sweet, as well as heartbreaking. Sometimes the pain of loss makes us imagine things. Or is it imagination? You never really know.
Beautiful. No nits. Write on!!!
RissRyker518
says:Thanks so much, Dave. It does make one wonder…
Craig Lincoln
says:Very poignant the poem flows very well and the imagery is to me peaceful even in sorrow. Well done cheers
RissRyker518
says:Thank you, Craig, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Rebecca Braun
says:A ghostly write, of one who is deceivingly not at rest. Chilly yet dreamy.
Tim Hillebrant
says:A very nice, hauntingly beautiful piece, Lisa.
I liked the way you constructed this.
Tim
RissRyker518
says:Thank you, Tim. While walking in the cemetery one day, i saw a young man kneeling by a grave touching the stone. It was very touching and when i went home, I wrote this.
charles stone
says:I love it. If one can love Sadness and pain. Doesn’t sound right to say “nice write”. Rock On.
RissRyker518
says:Thank you very much, Charles. I always appreciate your comments.