A Ghost Is Born
By Angusfolklore
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I am
a gasp of wind which wants to beg admittance,
having no ambition but to be inside,
where she waits,
her who can see
what is not there and stares
through imprisoned windows
unwilling to acknowledge me.
I am
a thing worse than unborn,
outside in the unknowing.
‘I will not let you inside
so your beginning will end
peace in my heart.
You who will take existence
as a cloak to linger in orbit
around life you can’t understand.’
I am
wind spoil made to linger forever,
longing for attachment
like a shadow set free,
but no sun cast me
as a reflection from another.
‘You can enter
where I have gone
son of the song of an echo
no soul will ever listen to.
Barren as autumn,
you who were never a man,
but born to thrive on
this dust of my departure,
forever.’
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