by Amy Covel
We’re pale white
Tonight
Like ghosts
Haunting the graves
Of the places
We’ve stayed
Forced to conform
To the order
To which we were born
You and I are bound
Forever
Two ghosts together
Our untimely deaths
Stole away our breaths
But didn’t deliver us
From the doom
Of wandering this world
Among mankind’s tombs
Others pass on
While we live on
Still the same
As yesterday
And that part of
Our phantoms
Will never fade away
The world looks on
Unable to understand
The reason we’re gone
Yet still live on
They fear our
Immortality
And our vitality
Because to them
We are ghosts
Untouchable
Unlovable
Surreal
Unreal
And fit only to return
To the graves we’ve spurned
Yet, to you and I
We haven’t died
Only I can feel
The wet moisture
Of your tears
And understand the fears
That only a phantom feels
Only I can see
That gentle, honest smile
You show to me
Amidst a world
That treats us with hate
And guile
Only I can hear
The sweet sound of laughter
Drifting through your lips
A joy you always wear
After every storm
Disappears
And on the days
When I feel
Transparent
Invisible
And gone
I know I’m wrong
When I feel the warmth
Of your hand
In mine
And know that you’re
The only one
Capable of
Contacting my ghost
And warming my soul
For all time.
Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing