Wake up again to a stranger’s skin.
The cracks in the mirror don’t let me in.
Tracing a name that doesn’t sound right,
Trying to hold on, losing the fight.
Footsteps echo down the hall,
Familiar voices I don’t recall.
Hands reach out, but I pull away.
Tell me—will I ever stay?
So I run through the city lights,
Fading fast in the sleepless nights.
I chase a face I’ve never known,
Lost in a place I once called home.
Every word feels foreign now,
Like a song I can’t sing out loud.
Erase the frame, redraw the line,
Looking for somewhere I can hide.
Footsteps echo down the hall,
Familiar voices I don’t recall.
Hands reach out, but I pull away.
Tell me—will I ever stay?
So I run through the city lights,
Fading fast in the sleepless nights.
I chase a face I’ve never known,
Lost in a place I once called home.
If I whisper, will you hear me?
If I vanish, will you fear me?
I reach out just to fade again.
Tell me—when will this end?
So I run through the city lights,
Fading fast in the sleepless night.
I chase a face I’ve never known,
Lost in a place I once called home.
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Author:
Softens (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: June 11th, 2025 08:44
- Comment from author about the poem: "Hands reach out but I pull away Tell me, will I ever stay?"
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Comments1
A haunting picture of time and its changes and how we can never go home again. Well rhymed and with ghostly images it casts its spell over the reader that can't but feel that they too are living this same story. Well done
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