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Ghost
©January 17, 2007


An empty shell
A void of life
Seeds lie in waiting
But tears do not reach them.

Darkness illuminates the soul
But shadows of light still linger
As if in a silent protest
Torment.

Are forced choices truly choices?
Are some tears heavier than others?
Will some wounds never heal?
Is it destiny or choice?

My vision is clouded
Intuition isn't guided by eyes
And yet
I still cannot find the words.

A ghost of what I was
A shadow of potential
Alive but not living
This is my reality.

Why do I live?
What do I add?
Why am I here?
It doesn't matter.

I close my eyes
The light fades
Unconsciousness consumes me
And I sleep.

I open my eyes
Reflecting plagues my mind
Thoughts too fast to understand
And I sleep.

Tell me...
How do I return to myself
Before the seeds turn to dust
And I truly sleep.
A piece about my more depressive side, reflecting my current emotional state.
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