To a star
Never would have thought to see;
As I watched the sun set today
Amidst the insane fiery display;
Two bright orbs entered the fray
Tear clear diamonds beckoning me
Did you know?
Your eyes among the stars
Do you realize?
You truly are stellar
"Am I worthy?", I ask
Doubt filling my entire mind,
Fit to burst from untethered tides
Of the blackest thoughts
The kind of thoughts
Wrought from the vilest ore
Ever mined;
The ore of doubt,
The metal of tears
I know you claim it to be
Of my ever-abundant well of folly
But if in the deepest corners of your heart
A tiny sliver of forgiveness is reserved
For a wandering lost soul,
An undead walking through the dead of night
I'd know a warmth within,
And a smile would appear on ghostly lips
A perpetual glow, a glimmer of hope
I am tainted by reality
I am the ghost
Haunting myself
Poetry by Thomas Selnes
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Written on 2006-02-20 at 11:18
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