Whispers Of The Past

A Place To Call Home

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As the warm dark night of faint clouds falls,
Darkness vanquished senses and settled on roofs and walls,
Beneath a crescent moon in the warm blue fog,
Evading far too crowded places, away from all the smog,
Chased by ugly monsters, before the slow dark hours begin,
A poor worn ghost yearning for a safe haven to hide therein.

Lost in a strange city, a stagnant life forgotten to the world,
Playing cards you drew, dealing with changes life has hurled,
Holding tightly to your painful and achingly past,
Burried deep in a box forgotten on a shelf to gather dust.

Taking the easy way out, fed-up of heartaches and strife,
Far away from home to see if there was more to life.
Looking forward to the cold, sunless, stagnant calm of a day,
Closing all chapters that is to be like a myriad of yesterdays.

An outcast wondering around the city through drizzling rain,
Inner loneliness eating from inside, traipsing down memory lane.
Thick blanket of fog hiding the street eddying round the silent towers,
Lurking in the darkness of a quiet park and whiling away the hours.

High above birds flew a broken black line in blue night's sky,
Moon waning and stars obscured by clouds spread on high.
With eyes downcast you scuttled back to the safe haven,
Beseech to find some solace and end the pain, as body cry craven.

You sank sobbing on the wooden bench, strength now depleted,
Trembling, empty stomach nagging and you're feeling defeated.
Sitting alone at the farrend side always with same book in hand,
Under the light of an old street lamp, night air's cold and damp.

Waves of past forgotten dreams returned to you piercing like a dart,
Repressed memories resurfaced setting heavy on your heart.
Forlorn darkened eyes behind the frames of broken glass,
Just a reminder of a time gone like fading photographs.

Standing in the cold, infinite pain hitting and bruising your heart,
Tainted innocence of an outcast searching a new place to start.
Flood of unreasoning fear as the shadows loomed over,
Lost to the mighty blow of life, but at night a restless rover.

Clothes hiding your figure and eyes covered by a fringe,
Loose jeans and a baggy shirt coloured with a blue tinge.
Hunched against the biting wind, possessions in a battered suitcase,
Dropping slow tears that leaves dry stains on your sad and tired face.

Dazed and absorbed in dark thoughts, sleep's evading you again,
Already frail mind racing, hands shaking and gasping with pain.
Homeless, with no place to call home when the heart is on the run,
Head swimming with dreams and well-kept secrets come undone.

Endless space unfurled and memories sinking into black holes,
Abandoned to despair, seeking refugee inside book's lost souls,
When safety distance for you is to hold hand with the shadow,
Far-off mind wisper 'don't lose yourself alone in all your sorrow,
Believe you can change your destiny albeit no time to borrow'.

As the pale light of dawn steals across the morning sky,
Wiping the dried tears and rising up before your life goes by.
Sky began to lighten, staining inches of your cold skin,
Heading out of the dim alley into the morning sun, breathe in.

Life's short and our days run, hence try to always remember,
Suffering to the limit of your endurance, but never surrender.
Why to fit into someone else's predefined boxes of lies?
Let yourself go, be free and you'll see how far you can rise.

Don't erase your own beautiful collage of talents,
Through shaky grounds you'll work to find a balance.
We all own a special gift and you know it's true,
Silence is a beautiful voice that became a part of you.

"You can't be lonely when you like
the person you're alone with...
Be kind to the person you are now."