that face looking back
isn't someone i know.
i mean, the map is familiar
but the terrain is so different
from what i remember.
what became of the
lively, lovely eyes?
whose are those
that now stare back
haunted, hunted?
what happened to the dreams
that were oh, so vibrant
and alive with color that
they threatened to
explode upon fruition
like fireworks in the night?
are they just remnants
of sun-bleached cotton
fluttering in a window
of neverbeen?
'are you still there somewhere,
anywhere?'
i scream silently,
searching
the face for myself
amongst the ruins.
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Emily Rapp
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Comments
Lovely post. Rated.
".............remnants
of sun-bleached cotton
fluttering in a window
of neverbeen? " (I really like that image/metaphor.)
are they just remnants
of sun-bleached cotton
fluttering in a window
of neverbeen?
Rated.
-R-
Monte
This was powerful. So glad that you are back.