The Haunted Years

poem by: Gerry Legister
Written on Sep 11, 2016

I walk ahead aimlessly but to where
there is no road that lays before me,
only an old worn path beyond repair,
where the strangers might walk invisibly.

lost in a time of thought and trembling fear 
about spirits coming from been bound,
was it some haunted foe or friend in despair?
Floating aimlessly without any sound. 

A cold touch in the warm breath of life
I saw shadows fall upon the grave mound,
I felt the strife and hear lamentable grief
when the thorny power of death came around.

Many may say death is a sign of freedom, 
when all the pain and sorrow disappears,
within the gate of a heavenly celestial kingdom,
there shall never be any more demonic fears.

Of haunted years climbing up creaking stairs,
that may tease and taunt some random person
at the moment when revolved days dried the tears,
for those brief appearance shall only be seldom.

 

Tags: pain, hope, dark, fear,

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Christopher Russon commented:
A really well written poem.life is a mystery when we start think about it. And so is death.or is it part of the plan.intriguing subject.

 

 

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