Ghosts haunt, banging on the walls
Calling their relatives in dreams all the way from the Underworld
There is no use holding onto what's no longer yours
Longing to possess, to materialize, to give shape and form
To make noises and scare
You stand on the precipice of death - reliving the same day over and over
You don't know how to get rid of your titles your history, your pride
I'm calling you back, can you hear me now?
As you pound your feet in protest to death
We salute your memory, your sacrifice, the tireless thanks that are to be given to you
The world grows up around you
Your shadows, loneliness, longing to be understood
We salute death - those passageways that keep one realm from filtering into the next
Though they are deep, dark, full of ghost stories
Like the water above
So we will too find our way back to life
YOU ARE READING
The Last Mermaid
PoetryEver had a dream you confused with life? Ever feel yourself slipping away into the waves? Ever feel that you've just gathered wings to fly away from this mess? Well... you have. You may be one of the last mermaids. Part anthology, part diary of grie...
