That Distant Figure

Alex Arnot

Out of body, and given wholly to mind

A nexus for life and time to bind

Again that distant figure walks away


So many times

Yes so many I’ve given chase

Only so that it may increase its haste


But now my being here I lay

I stay until it finally fades


And I’ll pursue no more.


Was I ever meant to catch it?

Who knows?

Yet still this figure comes and goes.


Neither looking nor speaking

It invites me not.

And I’ve cast it entirely out of thought.

Or so I say.


Tediously marching in endless space

It once seemed to have a familiar face

Though the eyes were always blank and empty.


Why then do I still wonder?

Where It may lead me if I follow

This silent figure with eyes so hollow.

  • Author: Alex Arnot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 7th, 2021 23:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is an old poem that I for some reason never shared here. Just something to share while I'm working on my next new one.
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 30
  • User favorite of this poem: A Boy With Roses.


  • dusk arising

    Why chase or search. Just accept. Let there be no 'why'.

    • Alex Arnot

      As I do, but there will always be that wonder in the back of your mind.

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