In shadows at night I can still see your face
And by closing my eyes, I make out your voice
It hurts so much now that I’m on my own
But I loved you so much; I’ve really no choice.
Is this what the future will hold for me now
The loneliness that brings so much pain
I must hold the years that we had to my heart
And I’ll sleep just to see you again.
Daylight returns, and the sky turns to blue
So I watch you as you slowly wake
And the shadows depart to that dark, empty place
And I smile at my silly mistake.
©Joe Wilson – Shadows…2014
2 thoughts on “Shadows”
I thought I should visit your blog as you had so kindly visited mine. I like your poem, full of dark despair and then suddenly lifted to sun by the ending. A nice twist that I really didn’t expect. Nice work:)))
That is so kind. Thanks. A lot of these particular poems were written during a time of deep depression, thankfully a thing of the past. I had a subarachnoid haemorrhage in 1986 and I thought, wrongly as it turns out, that my whole world had finished and that I was destined for I’m not sure what. Mum died during this period begging me to give her some of the exceptionally strong drugs I was taking, so that she could die. It was a hellish time. Without my wife, and my two wonderful children, both grown up now, I hate to think what I may have done or become. Love really did conquer all. It is a time when your mind is open to great passion though and I think some of my best work came from that period. It’s harder to write now but I wouldn’t want to relive any of it.
I’ll think about ‘when I was 8 I wanted to be’, there were lots of things I think I wanted. I wanted to be The Range Rider for one, he always seemed much more rugged and a little less suave that The Lone Ranger.
Speak to you soon.