A GHOST OF ME

 

A GHOST OF ME

I sit on the bench,
watching the sun take flight,
and the moon move to position.
The stars begin to shine 
in the darkening sky.
All is well with the world.
The night will soon be here.

But all is not well with me.
I feel light.
I feel empty.
I feel transparent.
A ghost of my former self.
What has happened to me?
How will I go on?

One day life changed for me.
And all I had taken for granted
was gone in a second. 
How will I go on living?
There is no one here on the bench,
but a ghost of me.

INVISIBLE

A ghost of me

Some days I feel strong and empowered,
 Ready to face the challenges
 Life throws at me.
 Other days I feel invisible,
 A transparent copy of myself,
 Feeling life fade away.
 How do I remain strong?
 My transparent self
 Needs to be reminded
 Of all the people
 Who rely on it;
 Of all the people
 Who love and need it.
 It is flickering.
 It is becoming solid.
 It is becoming strong once again.

Transparent

 

 

I walk the night.

My skin transparent

In the moonlight.

My true self revealed

For all to see.

Come walk with me

Through the streets.

Others join us

On our dark march.

The sun is gone.

The moon is master.

We are The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

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INVISIBLE ME

A ghost of me

Some days I feel strong and empowered,

Ready to face the challenges

Life throws at me.

Other days I feel invisible,

A transparent copy of myself,

Feeling life fade away.

How do I remain strong?

My transparent self

Needs to be reminded

Of all the people

Who rely on it;

Of all the people

Who love and need it.

It is flickering.

It is becoming solid.

It is becoming strong once again.

A GHOST OF ME

I sit on the bench,
watching the sun take flight,
and the moon move to position.
The stars begin to shine 
in the darkening sky.
All is well with the world.
The night will soon be here.

But all is not well with me.
I feel light.
I feel empty.
I feel transparent.
A ghost of my former self.
What has happened to me?
How will I go on?

One day life changed for me.
And all I had taken for granted
was gone in a second.
How will I go on living?
There is no one here on the bench,
but a ghost of me.

A PERFECT NIGHT

A nice night.

A perfect night for a walk.

The moon is shining.

The stars are twinkling.

The graveyard is eerie.

What?

There’s a mist weaving

through the graves.

A whistling sound in the air.

Followed by a cold wind.

What’s happening?

There are figures standing up.

They are rising from the graves.

And they all seem to be looking

at me.

Why?

They are now walking

toward me.

Time to end my walk.

They’ve surrounded me.

How did they move so fast?

They are transparent.

I can see through them.

A dark figure is standing

behind them.

A figure that isn’t transparent.

With a knife in his hand.

Time to run.

Too late.

A not so perfect night.

ARE WE TRANSPARENT?

mrsuperdae:</p> <p>Darren Pearson<br /> Source: Darren Pearson</p> <p>Are we transparent?<br /> Can everyone see what we think<br /> and what we do?<br /> Can we really hide our true<br /> selves from others?<br /> We are what we eat, think and do.
 mrsuperdae:</p> <p>Darren Pearson<br /> Source: Darren Pearson</p> <p>Are we transparent?<br /> Can everyone see what we think<br /> and what we do?<br /> Can we really hide our true<br /> selves from others?<br /> We are what we eat, think and do.
mrsuperdae:</p> <p>Darren Pearson<br /> Source: Darren Pearson</p> <p>Are we transparent?<br /> Can everyone see what we think<br /> and what we do?<br /> Can we really hide our true<br /> selves from others?<br /> We are what we eat, think and do.
mrsuperdae:</p> <p>Darren Pearson<br /> Source: Darren Pearson</p> <p>Are we transparent?<br /> Can everyone see what we think<br /> and what we do?<br /> Can we really hide our true<br /> selves from others?<br /> We are what we eat, think and do.mrsuperdae:</p> <p>Darren Pearson<br /> Source: Darren Pearson</p> <p>Are we transparent?<br /> Can everyone see what we think<br /> and what we do?<br /> Can we really hide our true<br /> selves from others?<br /> We are what we eat, think and do.

 

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Are we transparent?

Can everyone see what we think

and what we do?

Can we really hide our true

selves from others?

We are what we eat, think and do.