I walked where echoes fear to tread,
Through hollow streets where silence fed.
The city lights, a ghostly gleam,
Reflected faces, lost in dream.
The night was cold, the stars stood still,
As if the sky had lost its will.
And in the dark, a voice was born,
A whisper wrapped in mist and morn.
‘Who are you now?’ the silence cried,
‘A fleeting spark, the tide's last sigh?’
Yet deep within, where shadows weave,
A heart still burned, refusing to grieve.
For even lost, we still belong,
A note inside an unfinished song.
The path may twist, the road may wane,
But every loss is not in vain.
And so I walked, though night was deep,
Through whispered winds and city sleep.
For even lost, I still was found,
Within the dark, the light was bound.
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Neonila Rutherford (
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Comments4
Nicely written this poem speaks of finding one's way out of darkness. A wonderful metaphor. Most lovely
Love this. “Through hollow streets where silence fed” and “The city lights, a ghostly gleam” . The repeated interplay between darkness and light, loss and discovery. Sad and beautifully written poetry.
Truly enjoyed this…well done!
It's so beautiful how interconnected we end up being, without even realizing it. Beautifully done.
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