the sounds of the day
faded into footsteps
along a leaf covered path
each step marking
a memory to be forgotten
a love
now gone
a child
disowned
a death
all too soon
a pain
lingering too long
each step
weighing more
than the last
somewhere
along this path
was buried a dream
a childhood fantasy
that love
could
and
would
cure all evil
but that died
long ago
now only
a poem
marks
its grave
I never realized that this is such a common theme in writing, but you make the words, the sentiment, come from a deeply schorned soul. Nice portrait, nice read, Charles!
Charles this is so very beautiful. It almost broke my heart. You truly are an awesome poet my dear friend. Your words sink deep in soul and force to think and soul search.
somewhere
along this path
was buried a dream
a childhood fantasy
that love
could
and
would
cure all evil
but that died
long ago
now only
a poem
marks
its grave
cant recollect reading something more beautiful and sad.
Read Between the Minds 
I like it.
Snaky blurry path
Leads to past and the future
Turn and march onward
those footsteps seem awfully heavy – and the poem sad with its lost loves, lost hope… perhaps tomorrow’s footsteps will be lighter?
Sad Charles
I guess the path can take many turns -this poem takes the turn into stark reality
One to make the reader ponder
Nowt sadder than the death of childhood fantasy.
Sleep tight, good friend.
this is amazing, the way you layed it out made it really effective
I never realized that this is such a common theme in writing, but you make the words, the sentiment, come from a deeply schorned soul. Nice portrait, nice read, Charles!
beautiful poem…like a haunting melody playing as you walk the lonely path
We write to reflect– this is beautiful yet so sad.
Charles this is so very beautiful. It almost broke my heart. You truly are an awesome poet my dear friend. Your words sink deep in soul and force to think and soul search.
somewhere
along this path
was buried a dream
a childhood fantasy
that love
could
and
would
cure all evil
but that died
long ago
now only
a poem
marks
its grave
cant recollect reading something more beautiful and sad.
I like the layout of this poem, the this/that effect.
The poem certainly draws out the sadness – unless one remembers that love given is never a waste, whether returned or not.
This is beautiful! It’s sad and haunting, but the unpleasant emotions that this piece evokes draw the reader in.
Tears. Sniff. Well done, Charles.
last lines really do it for me.
quite deliciously sad.
You are a genius !! The best i get to read !!
Your poems, like my blogs, are like epitaphs.
nicely done