Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The Ghost With A Pulse
When I peered into her,
I saw a black soul dying to be cut free.
Her silver cord were heavy chains
Keeping her tethered to a world
That caused her mostly pain.
I saw her eyes, not brimming with light
But fading in shadows.
She walks like a ghost,
Even though she has a pulse.
Her heart is lined with fear,
Pumping out trepidation and
Spreading anxiety like wildfire.
I feel sorry for her, walking half in one world,
And half in another.
Her fingertips stutter for hope,
But are smashed and ignored.
When I peered into her,
I saw all of me disappear into the shade.
I saw me walking blindly,
Running into whatever was in my way.
I felt handicapped by reality,
Suddenly there were no two people;
Suddenly there was only one.
Together we walk in two worlds,
Never knowing up from down.
4-2-12
I saw a black soul dying to be cut free.
Her silver cord were heavy chains
Keeping her tethered to a world
That caused her mostly pain.
I saw her eyes, not brimming with light
But fading in shadows.
She walks like a ghost,
Even though she has a pulse.
Her heart is lined with fear,
Pumping out trepidation and
Spreading anxiety like wildfire.
I feel sorry for her, walking half in one world,
And half in another.
Her fingertips stutter for hope,
But are smashed and ignored.
When I peered into her,
I saw all of me disappear into the shade.
I saw me walking blindly,
Running into whatever was in my way.
I felt handicapped by reality,
Suddenly there were no two people;
Suddenly there was only one.
Together we walk in two worlds,
Never knowing up from down.
4-2-12
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The Ghost With A Pulse
The Ghost With A Pulse
