Stranger

Noted, the soft sound of feet falling
Alone, well, I think I used to be
Though it seems none hear my calling
I’ll close my eyes and count to three

Alone, well, I think I used to be
Something stirs that wakes my fears
I’ll close my eyes and count to three
When I wake, I’ll see empty frontiers

Something stirs that wakes my fears
Unknown forces spurned and hidden
When I wake, I’ll see empty frontiers
Empty of the dark that was forbidden

Unknown forces spurned and hidden
Though it seems none hear my calling
Empty of the dark that was forbidden
Noted, the soft sound of feet falling

Huge shout-out to APriCoT on HelloPoetry.com for the prompt of writing a pantoum poem! I really enjoyed the rhyme scheme and flow, and I think it’s interesting how the structure of it turns back on itself towards the end. That very nature, in my mind, allows for either repetition of the introduced language and theme, or, a subversion of it. Very neat, very fun. I expect to be doing some more of these.

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