Forlorn

a flickering candle

seduced dancing shadows

that menace the moonlight

upon cracked-plaster walls,

a community of spidery abodes,

their silken threads glimmer

as the night moves.

this old house creaks,

its grand days succumbed

to the harshness of yesteryear.

faded photos silenced

bear witness to graying

shades of existence.

no matter the season,

I reminisce with sadness

and a heavy heart.

gone are the days

of hope we would

age the same

from here to there.

-Eugenia

featured image – Pixabay

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16 Comments

  1. That old house does feel like a metaphor for how I feel some days.

  2. “Gone are the days of hope we would age the same from here to there.” This touches upon our concerns, Eugi! I have been widowed once, and hope it’s not twice! Beautiful, poignant poem.

    • Thank you, Cheryl. I wish you and your significant other a forever and beautiful relationship. I’ve been widowed twice and I savor every moment with my hubby of 18 years.

  3. Beautifully poignant

  4. Oh, apparently no0w l can comment. How weird. I just wanted to say l thoroughly enjoyed this 🙂

  5. Mee-yow Miss Eugi this iss such a poignant poe-em….
    BellaStia Mum wiped teerss from her eyess. You rote a GRATE poe-em!
    ***nose kissess*** BellaDharma an {{hugss}} BellaSita Mum

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