THE VEIL IS THINNING
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these days are not like other days. they are darker,
full of shadows that blur with the light, turn the light,
make it's shimmer a quiver. i am waking in these days
like a soul long forgotten. like a survivor of a long-ago
tragedy no one remembers. the wreckage is gone, but
i am still lying at the site, cold and stained by tears.
maybe it's not that i'm alone. the world is just a little
less real than usual. the wind doesn't blow, it howls
and growls and whispers. the clouds don't blanket the
earth, they consume it. i keep walking past graveyards
like they've suddenly rose up from their respective
territories and come closer, haunting the suburbs like
the dead they contain. i am not alone, but every time
someone speaks they sound like echoes. i am not
alone, but every time i seek out reality i am reminded
of dreams. is this a dream? october yawns wider
and blocks out the sun. pumpkins grin at me from
front yards, then flicker; their eyes scare me most.
i touch the wall and my hand passes through. but do
not be mistaken: i am not the ghost.
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Ghosts Lost & Winter Found
Poetrywhen you steal all that's evil and bury it underground: these are our ghosts lost and this is our winter found. collected poems from 2017 [ © 2017 by shaye ]
