Walking through shadowed woods

The air around me feels still,

And I’m surrounded by sounds;

Whispers, thoughts, I shudder

As I feel cold and there comes

A wash of memories. In the

Midst of these memories, a

Figure appears, strikingly familiar,

Another memory itself: It is the

Memory of the day my memories

Died. Ghost and memory, they

Pass through my eyes, vile glory,

I enjoy the thought of them,

Revelling in the glory within.

Yet I died, and in me died

The past of all I’d done; still

I died, and the memories of everything.

So what plays through? The sting of

Revenge or the heat of condemnation?                                                                  

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Very good description in the poem. I wanted to read more. I like the places and thoughts you took me to in the poetry. Left the reader with questions and things to ponder in the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Opeyemi Jide-Ojo]

thanks Coyote....

[s y e]

This is a very emotional write, you really captured the emotion perfectly.

Nicely done.

[Opeyemi Jide-Ojo]

thanks Noodlehead... btw i just finished a bowl of noodles :D

[s y e]

Ha, good to know ;-P

[Jack...]

Very emotional and deep my friend. Nicely done./

[Opeyemi Jide-Ojo]

thank you Jack...

[Jane'a Bailey]

I loved this. You captured the essence of the word memory. That one word drew me and made me want to read more. Great Job!!!

[Opeyemi Jide-Ojo]

why thanks Jane'a :D

[M. Stein]

This is amazing, I love the conclusion that's horribly bitter in its contempt. You did an amazing job at making the audience feel the emotions of this piece.

[Opeyemi Jide-Ojo]

thanks Stein... glad you liked it and you were able to feel it

[Dr. Wood ?]

clever stuff my talented friend..I was a little concerned about the second appearance of the word GLORY so close to the first...but otherwise Great

[Opeyemi Jide-Ojo]

thanks Dr Wood.. i'll watch for repetitions in my subsequent pieces...