Circadian Verse


Faraway Ghosts - Poem by Circadian Verse

But the chances have been there
The world in what you believe is plastic
It doesn't ching and ring when you flick it with your finger
It's just a hollow sound of faraway ghosts you believe to be real, near

A world you find yourself in
Lost in its short life of usefulness and practicality
A world shallow to be punched through
By persons who look for length


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, December 16, 2013


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