Sometimes
The disturbing lurks in the shadows
With greedy eyes
Gaping holes for mouths
That snarl into a hungry grin
You don't want them to look at you
You are terrified
A black cloud settles on top of your heart
Settling you
Into the land
Of hungry spirits
She sits on the porch
Every morning since her husband died
An old English teacher
Her skin on her cheeks sagging like two plastic shopping bags
Her eyes bulging out of her sockets
She watches the world with an all-knowing look
An eerie calm about her
She awaits death with a smile
As her skin rots away
He sits in pure peacefulness
A steady eye with focus and determination
Searching for ultimate peace and quiet
His ears are trained for the first sign of trouble
He gives up
Resigned once more by all the things he cannot have
Walks away with his head hung low
He finds another place to meditate
Getting himself lost in the spirit world
There are ghosts
They are as much apart of the south as palm trees and Spanish moss
They peer out of the hollows of tree trunks jeering and laughing at those who come by
They hide in the shadows
Staring at the warm light
They know what is coming
Your impending death
Try as you might
You are never truly free of your sin
From the day you are put on this Earth
It is determined that you will fall
Images of true love are out of your reach
You know you aren't good enough for these things
Looking back
You know what you can't erase
The stain of injustice
On the human heart
So keep going
You have enough hours
Surely as planes cross in the high sky
You will overcome your obstacles
Surely as the day fades into night
So you shall make your dreams a reality
You are never really alone
And the morning brings promise
Oh yes almighty God
Give me promise
So that I may join my ancestors in heaven
They look so peaceful
Their lives are over and they don't have to think
But instead, they enjoy the fruits of their labor
And eternal youth in the presence of their heavenly father
How blessed they are
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PoetryOriginal poetry collection on love and heartbreak. Maybe love will work out for all of us someday. Or maybe some loves are only for a season.
