Home

Graven Ghosts

by Max Bouillet

I miss the feeling
of your back against mine
when it was us
against the world
but now you’re gone
and the all too familiar feel
of the wall
presses on my spine.

Through the years,
I slowly etched your image
on the wall
but graven ghosts
offered little reprieve
from the absence
of flesh and bone.

Eventually, I succumb
to the world
but as my vision fades
I see tears trickle
down your grooved
cheek.

12/21/2012

Posted on 12/21/2012
Copyright © 2020 Max Bouillet

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/23/13 at 11:31 PM

I enjoyed this haunting tale. You use that wall well. I especially like the tears trickling down the grooved cheek.

Return to the Previous Page
 

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2020 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)