A poem from long, long ago that has taken many forms, been picked apart, added to, taken from, and was also the result of two separate poems of similar nature that were written many years apart. In my view, it’s not been one of my best efforts, although I do think I was on to something with it. But, I see where it pertains to my state of mind back then and even, partially, now. I tried to polish up this dirty doorknob as much as I could. It lacks, definitely, and is a bit vague and scattered. But, the wording has merit. So, I figure why not share it.
**Those last two lines rhymed!
The man sat still in the rain that was falling
When, through the wind, a faint voice calling
Appeared as an image alone in the mist
There was darkness on its face and light in its fist
Holding reflections for his soul to see.
Behind him there were low shadows crawling
Soft eyes of babies and women were bawling
The remains of the people written on the list
Some that were killed and some that were kissed
Depending on where they happened to be.
Passing through him, the world he once knew
No rain rolling through a dark sky of blue
No mist in the wind, on the shore or the tide
Blowing footsteps away where memories died
Erased by slow and lonesome years.
The ghost, now wrapped, in the winds that blew
Saw the man that time had come to undo
And the man was in fear and wanted to hide
And be sheltered by the wall that rose when he cried
But the ghost could see right through the tears.
The ghost in the rain brought the man back
To a time when his beating heart had turned black
Serpentine fingers reached out for his head
To remind the faint man of the life that was dead
Revealing to him all that was lost.
The man had already been dragged down the tracks
Slipped in the holes and stepped on the cracks
No mercy from the claws that picked through his mind
They were digging through darkness for something to find
Seeing the abyss this man had crossed.
The man knew the truth, there was no way to win
For a sinner in a battle with the master of sin
In silence, he faded, like the rain washed away
His spirit once broken and long led astray
Leaving his body as a vacated shell.
Standing triumphant, the ghost from the haze
Twisted the man through his lamentable maze
Lost in the void, trapped in the pit
The man’s transgressions he tried to forget
Came back to him in the form of this Hell.
Crimes claimed righteous are not justified
In the rain, the man had been taken and tried
Now convicted and sentenced to pain
Redemption, the name of the ghost in the rain
Like the man, we all must pay what we owe.
His heart was devoured by the scourge of the breeze
Blown from perdition to purge his disease
No longer beating, nothing remained
But the shreds of his soul that had become stained
Consequence is a truth we all must know.
We all become names to the ghost in the rain
Our walls are asylums, we are all insane
Down darkest hallways in the shadiest places
We don’t forget names, we don’t forget faces
We just deny what we cannot hide.