SILHOUETTES

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By patty

One night, several years ago I was resting in my room, gazing at the four walls that seemed to cry out sadness. Suddenly, down the hall and in all areas of my room had filled with a light fog. Slowly stepping thru the mist, feeling like I could fall from something not seen. As i kept searching in the mystic cloud, in the distance i saw a silhouette that looked like a feeble little man, not being able to see clear enough to know for sure what my eyes have imagined, i slowly continued to walk towards the silhouette. Every small step that was getting me closer to the place where i desperately wanted to see.My heart beating like a time bomb that was ready to blow. Finally reaching just steps away, the little man became lost in fog once more. After the years have past,keeping this secret locked in my mind, another visit was given to me. This time not only was the feeble silhoette present, but beside him stood a silhouette that appeared to be a woman. It came to me what this all meant, the two are love ones that i had recently lost. They are here to watch over me.

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June 12, 2012 02:49George Chow

sometimes i feel not to going any where, maybe i was grounded by them..