Beneath The Cracks
April 26th, 2005beneath
the cracks
and the crevices
of an old, dusty
abandoned mill
nestled in
the deep forests
of my dreams
long forgotten
and left all alone
piece by piece
the jigsaw puzzle
becomes lost and frayed
and an old shoe rests
at the foot of the porch
and the winds rustle
the autumn leaves
along a cold trail
nearby
the dampness
of the fallen leaves
the mist through
the trees…
flows, as the cold
afternoon winds rush in
and chill the air
and in those dark cracks
i hide, from the bustling crowds
seeking a solitude, a lonely
solitude that feels like an eternity
a place hidden
in the deep forests of
my dreams, to
calm this cold, lonely soul…
© 2005 Carlos Rull
April 27th, 2005 at 1:08 pm
this poem makes me sad… and lonely.
*thumbs up*
May 9th, 2007 at 6:17 pm
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