TETHERED

tethered to my heels
the past  follows me
like a shadow.

as the sun sets behind me
it rises up before me
and i must face it
into the darkness
where ghosts await to taunt me
with redemptive glimpses
just beyond my reach.

a fall from grace
there's no escape
from the weight
of unfiltered faces.

the night is rife
with buried voices
and scattered music.

silent scenes
are played on a reel
in black and white
over and over.
i can't make it stop.

then at last the sun rises
and i see my shadow
looming behind me.

Reviews

[Yaseen J Malik]

i like this one! the way you described getting lost at a party or at a club the magnetism, as well as the regret.
a fall from grace
there's no escape
from the weight
of unfiltered faces." is my favorite part

[Delilah]

I enjoyed reading this piece! The title caught my eyes and in reading it kind of made me think of someone who can't escape themselves. At least that's the way I interpreted the piece!

[Scott Metro]

Vivid ....a pleasure to read..
Thanks for sharing the inside...


Scott

[NeiL ArandA]

Hi Moc...I'm here reading and pondering your piece. I admit it is so deep. I couldn't reach the bottom of it to grasp your thoughts and motive. Two things that somehow I catch. Either visual or auditory hallucinations that seems to pop out from nowhere. Your muse seems to encounter these menace on a sporadic or consistent basis. I tried to think if its a past or an actual illness... Well written piece. Mysterious and introspective...