New poem
One of these days, I might do the rhyming metered poems again. This is not one of those day.
Ghost
I find myself in an odd place
Drifting along, disconnected, disembodied
I've lost another friend, but this time
It was my own doing, my fault
There's rain every night.
Wait, I forget, that's not rain.
Either way, the drops of salty water lull me to sleep.
Doesn't matter if they're coming from the sky
Or from me
Hurting someone you care about hurts
Pushing them away, when you really just want them close, hurts worse
Doing both, well, you may as well be stabbing out your own heart.
So you go through life like a ghost
A pale, disembodied version of yourself
And you try to keep the rain at bay
The only thing that could help is an apology
But they need the anger to help them
Because anger makes pain hurt a little less
So you don't apologize
You save the rain until you're alone
You hope to heal, even though you don't think you ever will.
You float along, and even the non-believers see
Ghosts are real, and frightening
Ghost
I find myself in an odd place
Drifting along, disconnected, disembodied
I've lost another friend, but this time
It was my own doing, my fault
There's rain every night.
Wait, I forget, that's not rain.
Either way, the drops of salty water lull me to sleep.
Doesn't matter if they're coming from the sky
Or from me
Hurting someone you care about hurts
Pushing them away, when you really just want them close, hurts worse
Doing both, well, you may as well be stabbing out your own heart.
So you go through life like a ghost
A pale, disembodied version of yourself
And you try to keep the rain at bay
The only thing that could help is an apology
But they need the anger to help them
Because anger makes pain hurt a little less
So you don't apologize
You save the rain until you're alone
You hope to heal, even though you don't think you ever will.
You float along, and even the non-believers see
Ghosts are real, and frightening