The face in the crowd
Walking through time
The church on the hill
That day
Etched forever in silent loathing
No word, no reason, long, long, gone
Fifteen years
The face, older
In the crowd
She wanted to scream at him
Just say something
She began to follow him
Watching as he walked into the graveyard
Stopping beside the solitary grave
Touching the headstone
Finally disappearing
She approached the grave
Reading the inscription on it
The name stood out
She kept staring at it
Recoiling in disbelief
The name and date
Fifteen years ago
The wedding day
It didn’t make sense
She began to study the name
Touching the engraving just to make sure
Looking around, searching for him
Her head spinning
Nothing made sense
Finally falling to her knees
The face in the crowd
The face in the crowd
Walking through time.
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Comments3
yeah, like I said before
you get published, I'm buying
without even glimpsing
the tint of your cover, cos I just know
whatever its theme
it will be so well written...!
(this read
had me thinking of Oscar Wilde's
'Dorian Gray'
one of my favourite books')
thank you, dear poet
Could you imagine Oscar Wilde being around today?
What would he be like today.
Free, or more - so
to be himself
and then, equally
vilified
for his mistakes...
(I think
something like, George Michael)
I really don’t know many “gothic” poets here on MPS and I feel that the dark theme is quite interesting and almost losing its value. This was a great statement that proved that this style still works greatly. Well done!
I just like the sound, gothic. lol
The trouble with time is that it can be so variable in our lives.
Andy
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