Vast Love Poem by Ashleigh Michaud

Vast Love

Rating: 2.5


Descending down the stairwell, she pause at the foot of it and looked to her left. There was a passageway, the only one her topaz eyes could see.
She began to walk down the dark corridor and as she was walking, she looked at the ancient photos lined up on the walls. The frames were dusted with cobwebs. She shuddered and began to walk quicker. Her vague memory of spiders gave her shivers down her spine and she tried not to dwell upon them. Her pace went even faster and then she came to a sudden halt.
A luminescence was protruding from under an old, wooden door. She hesitates and then pushes the door open with force. The hinges creaked so loud that she winced. Her feet seemed thousands of pounds heavier than usual as she treaded across the floor. Entering the room completely, she let her eyes do the wandering and was instantly shocked at what she saw.
Nothing.
The room contained nothing but a blinding light that happened to be coming from all four walls. Slowly, she makes her way to the one straight across. Her hands outstretched, she places them upon the white surface. She gasped. The wall was freezing. She thought her hand might fall off, but the coldness was oddly comforting. She slid her palm along it and then froze.
A breeze whooshed past her.
She turned to look where it came from, but there was no window. It took all the energy she could muster not to scream. Then she heard a noise that sounded like a human moving at the speed of light. She inhaled sharply, turned to leave and tripped.
A male’s velvety voice chuckled softly and the sound reverberated off the walls. Again, it was frightening, yet comforting to her. She tried to back on her feet when an invisible force pushed her down. She swatted at the air, but to no avail, she hit nothing at all.
His voice laughed again and it echoed.
The she felt the pressure lift off and scrambled to her feet. “Who are you? Where are you? ” she yelled frantically at the ghost. Then, she felt a cold rock touch her shoulder and his honeyed voice was next to her ear. He said quietly, “I’m in your heart, you silly girl.”

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Denim Kerr 07 May 2009

Wow! ! ! ! That was so deep and I really felt that in my heart if that makes any sense at all? Probably not but oh well.... Lol... I really like your writing techniques and this story was gripping

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Denim Kerr 07 May 2009

Wow! ! ! ! That was so deep and I really felt that in my heart if that makes any sense at all? Probably not but oh well.... Lol... I really like your writing techniques and this story was gripping

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Brennah Bailey 21 April 2009

I like this poem because it tells a story and you can see inside the room. I didn't expect the ending. You always you use the most beautiful language.

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