A strange poem about seeing the ghost of a lady that I do not know. |
-Ghost of You- by Keaton Foster There by the shore There in the woods There down the street There just beyond reach Ghost of you Who exactly Not a clue A stranger Continually in danger Such a beautiful lady Auburn hair An endless stare Subtle lips Gracious hips A soft white tone The cutest freckles exposed Nothing So physically unfrightening If she were alive If her form was like mine I have no doubt That I’d know her I have no doubt That I’d love her But for all of our time Both hers and mine It is I alone That has been most alive And she has always been Unquestionably dead I don’t know If she was killed I don’t know if her death Was because of a sickness Or if it was a tragic accident I just don’t understand Why it is she remains What must she finish What must she make right Why is she stalking me Only I can see her No one else claims as much When I confess to them They say that I’m crazy No truer statement Has ever been uttered But sanity nor reality Has nothing to do with her and I This is about me, the living And her, the dearly departed Ghost of you What must I do How can I help you Or are you all alone Stuck between two worlds Floundering between life and death What will come next Will I see any other aberrations In vary states Of increasing secular decay Will I be forced to live With such a clear vision Of something deemed impossible Will I ever understand what it is She is trying to say Or will I only be a witness To such a purgatory parade Of deceased people looking for Someone to see them as they are And not as they use to be Ghost of you Are you the first of many Or are you just one instance Of a man seeing something Beyond life, but not death… Ghost of You Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |