I am the whisper from the corner
Of the darkening room
I am the shadow that flickers
Against the deepening gloom
I am the dust motes hanging there
Suspended in the dark
I am gone yet still I linger
I am fading like a spark
I am lost like the grains of sand
Swept downstream in the flood
I am drowned and long forgotten
I am weeping tears of blood
I am the disappeared
Only footsteps left behind
I am howling out through silence,
Heard only in my mind
I am gone and long forgotten
The pain cuts like a knife
I seem to me a stranger
Looking down upon my life
© Helen Wilby
15 Nov 2018
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