42 Spaces

Memories are shapes, shadows of our past

The lights growing dim

I reach for my sin

and watch while 

shadows remind, rewind.

In those places

42 spaces

I remember what I've done

blot it out with the sun.

Those shadows.

my shadows.

hold what I've done

the memories I am.

I warp them while I fight

with the memories of light

and zero then one

digital remains of my life.

Holding these places

those 42 spaces

Try to forget what I've done

shadows falling as I run.

My shadows remind me

my shadows still find me

Jumping away from my light

all my memories held there.

Now the light grows more dim

the shadows embrace me

42 spaces under the light

I give in, I remember.

Author's Note

Image: Shadow child by Princess-of-shadows
http://princess-of-shadows.deviantart.com/art/shadow-child-112687055

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

I think the search for redemption is a concept you know well enough. Brilliant write.

[Mark]

Heh, I fake it pretty good huh? :P

[Pryde Foltz]

You can't fake questioning.

[redflutterby]

Memories or shadows of the past have a way of catching up to us. We may weave back and forth...in and and out of the shadows trying to evade them. But ultimately we do give in. Thought provoking lines Mark... :-)

[Mark]

Thank you for reading hon :)

[icelandicblue]

I want to say Mark that his is my absolute favorite of yours. First the title is fantastic! I would have read this poem just because of that. The way you weave through the light and the dark, the harsh and the dim and in the end you don't run from the shadows you look into the spaces and own it all. This is really a great poem and I am happy I dropped in this afternoon and had the honor to read it!

[Mark]

thank you! I'm glad I could communicate this to you. It's often frustrating to put emotion into words. You've made it worth it :)