H(A)UNTED
8/22/2024
Fading..
I am hunted
The ethereal swirls round me..
A scirocco of not all warm memories
I am haunted...
By dreams I've never been
The girl reaches inside me..
Takes me..
Where I no longer live
Just to remind..
Why she sings like
A melancholy sighing in the wind..
She is a whispering howl trying so hard to touch me
I can't hear..
So now I feel the soft crush..
Of an embrace long faded into shadows.
And I am haunted..
I see my hand reach
To touch a back now hunched against my thoughts..
Fading..
Into..
A tear slowly painting a trail..
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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This is great, would deserve Top Story!💗