Vision Ghost Poems

Seated at last so wearied, and so travelled
Still so unknowing, as I am so compelled
To be the constant traveller, to your heart
Wishing I could rest here, before I fall apart
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Is it a time when the words, have escaped
Away from the mouth, of a mind elapsed
From the bruises of an already, broken face
Shattered and defeated, by damnations race
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Eyes revealed to open, a new thought in awakening
A genesis of events, upon the sorrowful concluding
The many years, that has departed without thinking
Can all be now summoned, in the true eyes blinking
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Blinding light, of so many comprehensions
Choked by the rush, of unfamiliar intrusions
Into a mind already weakened, and so sore
Reaching deep, into a place of my very core
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So much said, when nothing makes sense
Worthless excursions, so faded by penitence
Laying alone here, upon a cold stone place
Tears filling lines, of my now broken face
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All so very consumed, by what comes so easily
Superlative, yet we walk by always apathetically
A useless frontier scarred, but remaining sacred
As though this is what we have left, that’s dead
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Stood upon this cliff, to be set free
As this flow of my tears, trace me
Down my face, and across my lips
That once tasted you, in blood sips
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Lost are these words when the world turns to silence
Before long the aching of the heart speaks of penitence
That I have sunk ten thousands ships from my tears
Sunk down to the blackness; all I see, for all of fears
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Pouring from my soul, a face turned dark
As my hands are chalked by gravels mark
The cold rain thundering down on my back
Fleeting under fates relentless brutal attack
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When empathy is lost in anger and I am blind
To all those harsh things I have said so unkind
I guess it doesn’t matter a damn anymore now
As I fall to the ground with blood upon my brow
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