Mylah Ferrer

About A Long, Dark Alley - Poem by Mylah Ferrer

My footsteps echo in hollow sounds;
Confused, uncertain, laden with pain
Why must I die too often to believe
There could be such thing of beauty.
A heart when trodden to half a death
Can seek no more, shall speak no more
Of passion and delight, of enchantment and intimate insight.
The memory of shadows and receding footfalls
Scars it to a song in a dying afterglow.
My years are yet so young, laughter like song,
But, alas, its greetings came too late to depart.
As pain is molded, the brutal dusk is set;
Unpatterned thoughts and feelings wed to syllables
Of silence muted to a metaphor of a despairing heart.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 20, 2012

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