A chill of autumn sweeps in
demanding the world to hush
for a moment- its gaunt fingers
reaching in to score at my bones
still harrowed from last winter.
My soul has slept for more
than a millennia, unconsiously
trudging back to the comfort of my
parchment and ink- where solitude
and abnormality are momentarily
excavated from thoughts and
peace is found within the
hollow of this limbo.
Drunk off anguish,
sifting through old writes,
I face a thousand past lifetimes
and a million more unmet outcomes-
these collective ghostly words evoking
an unavoidable somber sense
So I will gladly trace
these wormholes back to a time
when my initials were once chiseled
upon your heart, and allow this weary
soul to sleep a thousand years
*A/N: For a club challenge. Based off of a drawing by Zdzislaw Beksinski.*
For me the title does so much for this poem, it truly dies pull the reader in and does not disappoint, I love dark poetry as well so it interests me and probably others as well.
First: Autumn is a time where the earth gets chilly and is a prequel for winter. What a beautiful scene this holds, you are still recovering from last winter and now this one is coming so soon. I believe this is a metaphor though, there is definitely something hidden beneath these words. Since you are talking about ghosts it could be a death of some kind or a ghastly murder that will haunt you.
Second: For a brief moment you felt alive (or happy). You have been asleep for such a long time that it's become a part of you. But since you have woken up you push yourself out from the grave and see the world for the first time in many years. Or it feels like it has been years, you are depressed and isolation is your only comfort.
Third- You are addicted to the anguish you feel and all the writes you have written are dark and sad, because it was your way to cope from this that you feel now. You regret how you feel and you have been living this way for a long time.
Ending- You just want to keep on sleep to deal with the pain you feel. You cannot go back in time so you must deal with this now. I can see this poem as two ways, you are the ghost and you have been sleeping for a lot of years, or the ghost is a metaphor of how you feel inside and want to isolate from everyone or even how you used to feel. Either way, excellent write hon. 5/5