Figures of the Dead

Shadows dance upon my walls,
Lit by candlelight.
Only my pen breaks the silence,
Of this cold and endless night.

As I search for inspiration,
Thoughts of you run through my head -
But I sit here in the company
Of the fictional and dead.

They have become my allies -
These figures from lives long gone.
Did they lose their way like me,
And always feel that they'd done wrong?

I know that I was wronged by you,
I know that in my heart -
But I also know that my love was true,
I've known that from the start.

Every second that I spent
With you felt it was right,
I've got no wasted memories
Kept hidden from your sight.

But am I better than these figures,
Who hauntingly adorn my walls?
All of us share emptiness,
We all scream through silent calls.

And though we went our separate ways,
I'm still the same lost soul.
Seeking comfort from the dead around me,
To replace the heart you stole.

Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2009