Another poem inspired by a visit to the graveyard near my home...enjoy |
-Another Ghost- by Keaton Foster Who use to be Only I can see Blind are those Who still refuse belief They had a chance There won’t be others They have moved on While I have remained This place is home Another ghost Once so alive Now abundantly free What a dream A pseudo nightmare Could I ever wake up God I can only hope I’m not sure that I Can take much more Further impossible This has all become With eyes open wide I have come to understand With every page I speak my peace I say what others won’t I hold my own hands To the searing flame Through my experiences I know not to move I just take it all in Every terrible second Fuels the echo of my heart It beats against a wave of time It fights such an impossible war Even if I’m not interested In continuing on it does Another ghost Adding to the collection Relics of the limited past I cannot change them Nor can I change myself I can only face them See them for who they are And what they have become I have never had any real choice I must see and understand What is deemed impossible I must face it as the reality Of what has happened to those Once so deeply loved They are gone and I remain Suffering as I do In such a way… Another Ghost |