Footsteps in an empty room
Afternoon shadowplay
Well before noon
Ghostly images
Flickering on the stair
Feeling of presence
When nothing is there
Lights shining dimly
When switches are off
Lost faces like images
On virgin cloth
Banging of doorways without
Vibration or breeze
Room turns to icicles
Chilled by degrees
Footsteps in an empty room
Hear people whispering
Absent too soon
Search in the cloudy night
For a star to wish upon
There but a moment, like
Nothingness gone
© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
Captivating. Thanks for sharing! Continue writing!
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
“like nothingness gone.” Priceless
Thanks John!! 🙂 🙂
Making something out of nothing. 🙂
Thanks!! 🙂 🙂
Ooo this is creepily good. 🙂
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
🙂 you did it again!
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Hmmm…this Nothingness is sure Somethingness. 🙂 xxxxx
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂