This Town.

Small Towns innit.

 

In this town of mine

we don't speak. 

We sing 

to one another to quell

the longing we feel when

we gaze upon those abandoned 

mills and church halls. 

We dare not hope for brighter days

the sun does not visit us and so 

we live by candle and torch light

to fight off a darkness so deep

it cannot be known.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

dang! that's a lot of oppressive emotional, psychological and even physical weight i feel from so few lines .. and you title is fantastic for the poem .. for me it implicates a far more simple thing as meeting people in serendipity with you .. long lost friends etc. .. sheesh! this town seems to come from a Steven King or Dean Koontz novel :)) i love it! well done says i .. yep! well done indeed. I saw Nev had read this so tagged along behind him ;) see you 'round eh!? right here at the Cafe'
E.

[L.E.Osborne]

Thank you so much E! For your kind and in depth words! I was just thinking about the town I was born in and how most Nothern (English) towns used to be a place of industry and now they've been abandoned and forgotten and so have the people. I love your interpretation too! I will definitely see you around. x

[Einstein Noodle]

yes ... too many industries and towns .. big and small are fading into the dark .. sad sad thing but hope rises eternal eh!?

[Neville]

something does seem to be happening to small towns and cities across the nation ... I have witnessed it myself countless times in recent years ... your words here carry sincere poetic meaning to this pilgrim ..
.. I am glad you found me and in turn I found these words ........... All Good Things,

.. Neville

[L.E.Osborne]

Neville, I so appreciate your comment here! I too am glad to have read and to be able to continue to read your work. Thank you for your kind words. x

[Neville]

... you are most welcome ... my pleasure entirely ...