I'm living under a shadow,
No shape, no sound, no time.
A black and white silent film
That haunts a troubled mind.
Broken dreams lay all around;
Life has left its scars.
On a journey of remembrance,
Walking blindly through the dark.
Echoes call me from the past,
Familiar voices seem so near.
They fill an empty void,
Although it's only ghosts I hear.
In a world of yesterdays,
Life's lost all reality.
For memories are all that's left
As I await my destiny.
Living Alone With Memories
Shadows
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2021 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
John Peter Read was born in the East End of London in 1948. He was brought up by his Nan and mother, as his father left home when he was 5 years old. At the age of 15, John left school with just a basic education. While in school, he wrote little rhymes just for fun. A couple of his religious poems were published by the Christian church in the...