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How one wishes to relish in the things of the past
Because it is their voice one hears the most
Like ghosts whispering soft things
Your ears perceive them
The unpercievable.
Words are ghosts
Of the people who wrote them
How many poems have I seen?
Written by anonymous
Are they lost, or forgotten
perhaps both
Both ways
Both worlds
singing the words from the grave
or in your bed
“Hello dear” They whisper
“How I missed you”
Wrapping around your head
muffling your thoughts
Are you a zombie or a human
Or both
How we wish for the oblivion that takes those that try to run
But we fear it and end up running ourselves
Are you afraid of the dark? Or the oblivion you seek?
And we run at the pace of zombies
backwards around the world
so we age faster than we can learn
so we shrivel before we heal
or both
How much human can you take before you are not human
Is the dark any better than the light if the light needs the dark to be light
My ghosts say otherwise but they are too human to see any wisdom
Softly
Ever so lightly
I crave the voices
Or so we are told not to hear them
But we still do
Them
The memories
The things that haunt us made of
the wisps of l o n g
u n i n t e n t i o n a l
h u r t
How is the oblivion good
when you can relish
in the ghost of memories?
1/5/15
Copyright © Sam Villegas | Year Posted 2015
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