States of Being

11-24-2010

I am a ghost

I am unseen

Trapped in between

States of being

 

The skin now taught

I feel it sting

Tight like a ring

A fat finger

 

Diabetic

Sweetness too much

The things I clutch

I cannot touch

 

Uncertainty

Without senses

No pretenses

My blurred lenses

 

The visions fade

Desk paperless

Thought meaningless

When in darkness

 

May the road rise

Reach the heavens

Just past Nevins

Where I had sinned

 

A stiff rider

Cufflinks stain

Riders refrain

The godless train

 

I am a ghost

I am the least

The devil's feast

No rest, no peace

Reviews

[Brett Campaigne]

There are so many avenues one can take to interpret what you are writing here, but one unique and foreboding feeling is dished out.