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Feb. 22nd, 2018 @ 08:35 pm Poem - On The Verge
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“On The Verge” is very loosely inspired by Frank Kafka’s quote “There are ghosts that haunt one in company and those that haunt one in solitude”.


On The Verge

The empty ghosts wait on the verge
hidden from the larger world
now revealed by company
apparitions seen by my eyes

the breath of life escapes their ilk
wishing more to move beyond
my fate is tied to omen’s gift
inviting what lies beyond

this single shell all alone
attracts the demons of the soul
specters asking far too much
pound of flesh I now miss

unfurling talons tipped with blood
drawn from skin flayed by love
wisp or shadow from beyond
skirting realms to find life

this crowd of strangers pushes by
a husk is left to carry on
faded memories move to the edge
now hidden from a larger world.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180222.
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