Lessons of History

Lessons of History

A Poem by M. A. Kilcorse

While I stand upon these fog cloaked streets

My eyes fix themselves against the moon

And I hear the footsteps of lives gone past

Rattling against the darkened hills.


Shimmering lights that run and dance;

Ghosts so full of life.

Freed from all the worlds restraints;

Their second chance at life.


But by the time morning comes,

And the sun dominates the sky,

All the spirits stop and vanish

Right before my very eyes.


All the lessons that they whispered

The entire night they taught.

But blinded by the light of day

All their words I have forgot.

© 2012 M. A. Kilcorse

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I like the ending.

Posted 5 Years Ago

There's something crisp about your writing that I can't seem to put my finger on but I do respect it and enjoy reading though.

Posted 5 Years Ago

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Added on November 1, 2012
Last Updated on November 1, 2012
Tags: Ghosts, Past, Night, Lessons, History


M. A. Kilcorse
M. A. Kilcorse

Toledo, OH

I use writing not just as an escape, but as a construct. To see non-physical ideas take life in the form of places and people is the magic and mystery of creative writing. more..