Moments Passed

A poem by Anasteja Carew

a phantom's starving heart; eternal allegiance flawed with seclusion

 

unsuspecting carcass left devoured

 

fabrication cloaked with morality; nothing more than apologies

 

to yourself

 

agonizing desire grasping for alleviation

 

a new day shines

 

yet we cling to our illusions

 

living each day in wonder

 

turn our back on possibilities

 

the door is closing

 

Reviews

[The Spaniard]

"a phantom's starving heart; eternal allegiance flawed with seclusion"

Unbelievable opening line, attracted my full attention immediately! Your word usage is always incredible and I can't wait to read the next one!

[Brian D. Billie]

hey, i like this! really strong word choice, very deliberate message. i specifically enjoyed the first three lines--what's dead is alive and what's alive is dead, to some, and what's real can be empty and the imaginary so, so full...that's what the imagery you've created said to me. good write!