Poetry in Darkness: The Voice of Despair


A lonely tower rises high
above the dunes to touch the sky,
a mournful wind the only sound
which can be heard for miles around.

No one ascends its marble stair.
No longer fly its banners fair.
No children play upon the sand.
No footsteps touch this barren land.

Now silent specters walk its halls
and everlasting shadow falls
where dusty memories abide
with deathly echoes of their pride.

All their legacy that remains
is this bare spire on sandy plains:
a hopeless, lifeless, empty place,
bleak relic of a vanished race.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig


Memories tarnished.
Goodbyes forever unsaid.
Forgiveness unknown.

Scars of two hearts’ connection
destroyed by clinging too tight.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

Lost Memories

The prisoner’s cold abstraction
in sleep gave way to silent screams,
face contorting with emotion
as lost memories burned his dreams.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig