Poetry

Poetry- Wraith of Myself

In a distance I can hear a howl

With the fall of the rain, howl is supported

Tonight is a lonely night

And he stands beside me like a ghost

Not listening to what I hear, melonchically.

 

Under the terrible light

I cannot see somebody else

It’s all misty there

Until the mist

Itself tends to takes a shape

The shape of myself.

 

At that troubled end

I try to get adjacent

I see smoke ash arranged in a motif

Later on the ashes gather in the shape

The shape of myself.

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