I've felt this before, something vaguely familiar behind that door
a mist that comes and goes, hands of fading time little pieces shows
mottled darkness of the mind where recognized shadows in shades I find
covered in bloodied, muddied waters as back to black I turn blind
In the deep I feel things that creep odors shadows from the past
wafting smells some that dwells so few pleasant fragrances that last
Sensations of shivered vibrations, prickling skin, hair raising
A puff of wind, a button unpinned, flickering lights now blazing
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Online) - Published: June 23rd, 2025 03:33
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When you write like this it reminds me of my darling friend who has Dementia, this is a magnificent piece filled with emotional imagery. 🌹 I bow to you 🌹
Thank you Teddy I appreciate the read. Yes I suppose that it could well be dementia that would certainly be very frightening if one felt lost. Should I ever get dementia I hope I get stuck in a happy place not one like this.
Agreed. 💜 I see her suffer she was always so intelligent and curious with a huge zest for life
Your poem stirs like breath on a mirror—uncertain, intimate, and chillingly tactile. It feels like the echo of memory searching for a body to haunt. Hauntingly awesome. 🕊️🙏🏻
Thank you Cryptic for the read and interpretation. Yes I would say that this view is well a part of it. Thank you for the kind and encouraging words
It amazes me that people are not terrified by life considering the end and the troubles they have along the way.For me this poem explores the fear of the unknown and the horrors that might be around the corner. For me it is a very real journey into the darkness.Well done
Thank you David for your interpretation of this piece. That is very close to the feel I had when writing it. Yes why is it that we fear the unknown? Death itself is seen as an unknown and that is what we fear the most.
Haunting write, sorenbarrett. Still reading it.
Thank you Jerry I deeply appreciate your read and words of support
To me fears accumulated through life are arising and prepairing for the next journey and are looking for somewhere to reside, enjoyed the read
Thank you Tobani for the review your words may indeed be true. That is a combined psychological and spiritual read.
You are very welcome
Many of us come into this world being told that we were "planned", we can be anything we choose to be, that if you work hard you will be met with success, and that life will be overall beautiful. Yet, and this is a VERY BIG YET, most of those things cannot be known let alone guaranteed. Life is uncertain from conception on. No amount of it is guaranteed. We say we plan our children, yet our children do not turn out according to plan. So...as I see it...this poem is speaking to the uncertainty of life and yet we keep producing more life with complete certainty. Ironic at the least. Anyway, that is how this hit me first couple go-rounds, hope I am somewhere in the vicinity, but regardless, a powerful poem, my friend! 🌹👏
Tristan I write at times without a definite plan in mind just what I fell at that moment and this was such a write. I like the view of certainty or the lack there of and believe you are right about that. I definitely is a part of it. Thanks so much for the read and comment
You are most welcome.
So many things can bring back memories of all types soren.
Andy
Thank you Andy for your read and comment they are most appreciated
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