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The Shore
I saw into the future
with a vision of my fate
Cold nights and colder rooms still,
no life left to narrate.
I walked amongst their graves
Their names were etched in blood
Three maidens shone the brightest
As I stood there caked in mud.
I gazed back along the years
each one of them I had left
Love and lovers alike I spurned
Until I was broken and bereft.
For then the mist took form-
and a spectre cloaked in grey,
silently beckoned forth
Through a crumbling archway.
I screamed silently in terror-
feet frozen to the ground.
Yet my legs were moving forward,
with no faculty or sound.
'Away, ye dreaded spectre!'
I finally managed to yell.
But our ghostly path kept on,
no breaking from its spell.
Upon the door we stopped
turning with the night-
I gazed upon the end,
no hope left now, no light
Selfish tears escaped my brow
the sum of pride laid bare.
Here I moved a numb step closer
and said one final silent prayer.
The phantom pulled me through-
I had one last fleeting thought.
Is this what I am destined for,
a life led sorrowful and distraught?
It is the thought that haunts my dreams,
keeps me shaking with regret.
How can I stop the arch-
and this figure I have met.
Published 9th Oct 2020
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9th Oct 2020 12:08pm
9th Oct 2020 1:36pm
Thanks a lot, I really appreciate your feedback.
I'll make sure to check out some of your work.
I'll make sure to check out some of your work.
9th Oct 2020 3:02pm
Talk about being in awe...
The promise flow of this write is sheer perfection... confronted by death and one's own mortality, you gave me goosebumps
Outstanding.
Ty for sharing!
🙏
(and your kindness on my page)
Yours is definitely a voice I'll be happy to continue to read and welcome muchly
💜🌹💜
xo
B
The promise flow of this write is sheer perfection... confronted by death and one's own mortality, you gave me goosebumps
Outstanding.
Ty for sharing!
🙏
(and your kindness on my page)
Yours is definitely a voice I'll be happy to continue to read and welcome muchly
💜🌹💜
xo
B
9th Oct 2020 3:06pm
Dear TFE,
Intriguing piece. I found myself captivated all the way through. Kind of like the ghost of Christmas past I very much appreciated the hero being shown the darker side of an outcome if steps aren’t taken to correct them.
“ I screamed silently in terror-
feet frozen to the ground.
Yet my legs were moving forward,
with no faculty or sound.” This is the worst feeling in a dream. You’ve described it brilliantly.
Excellent write. H🌷
Intriguing piece. I found myself captivated all the way through. Kind of like the ghost of Christmas past I very much appreciated the hero being shown the darker side of an outcome if steps aren’t taken to correct them.
“ I screamed silently in terror-
feet frozen to the ground.
Yet my legs were moving forward,
with no faculty or sound.” This is the worst feeling in a dream. You’ve described it brilliantly.
Excellent write. H🌷
