Of Me
I am a ghost,
vapor drifting among the mass's.
An inconsequential color in the portrait of life.
Seeking... ever seeking,
reaching open hand for the rain of success.
In bitter taste,
failure taints my pallet.
I scream from within,
hear me,
see me in offer unconditional.
Success teeters on the fringe of vision,
receding with every timid step to torment in sweet song.
All consuming in my quest,
soul afire rages.
I continue to walk the path of coals and ash,
for I am.
4/21/16
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