The Knock

Gathered to self in lonely still,
residing within darkened decor
Way restricted with all blinds drawn,
latches bar your threshold’s door

 

Looking past the inner bounds,
lost words reveal no path to soul
Mind adrift on hush of scene,
into your guarded world I stroll

 

Remnants become unhindered sight;
clarity surpasses each subtle shade
Come wakened images before my eyes,
daunting shadows slowly portrayed

 

Pretenses on a moistened smile,
guised tears glisten where they fall
Uttered in soft stammered voice,
sighs stumble from behind the wall

 

Embracing loss in memory's past,
face of betrayal enfolds like night
Plagued thoughts embrace spirit’s core;
a mocking love that felt so right

 

Avert your eyes and see me near;
I wait outside the bleakness viewed
Seek a wish that fulfills the void;
deny the bearers of false allude

 

Gathered to self in lonely still,
residing within darkened decor
Release the latch to all blinds drawn,
my heart is knocking at your door

© C.E. Vance

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Morningglory's picture

This is really beautiful. 

This is really beautiful. 


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cevance's picture

Thank you so very much. Just

Thank you so very much.

Just another handful of thoughts.