Poem

Make of this poem what you will. I give no explanation for it, save that it was sparked by words I heard this past week. It's not particularly graceful but, most times, neither is life.

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They want to be invisible

A winter star that’s never seen
Or blow away into the ether

Dandelion wisps lost to the wind

They dream only of the shadows

Long to walk those halls as ghosts

To at last become the hauntings

That have so destroyed their world

They’ll wake to that place someday

Perhaps sooner than they think

First fading into mist, then feathers

Then lost forever to the wind

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