finding faith when you feel there is none


Eyes of a Ghost

At times I can be seen,
Vaguely or fully.
You gaze and wonder,
How a person could live that way.
Slowly,
But surely,
You will know.
I came across your mind inducing eyes,
They fascinated me.
I stood right in front of you but you felt no breath,
I touched your hand and you felt no warmth,
I spoke no words,
But drops of rolling thunder said it all.
Then my floor bound eyes swept to yours,
And penetrated your heart.
But you didn't run,
You faced the mists of a living ghost.
All my life is hidden behind those eyes,
The smiles, the hurt, the tears.
Churning images stain my heart,
And pour out the window.
You were the first and only,
To realise that I was there.
To find the piece, nobody had yet destroyed,
Anonymous and out casted,
I'm left with faith.




Poetry by deathsdestiny
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 02:41

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keith nunes
wonderful! such vulnerability and yet such strength as well. a fine work!
2006-11-02