The Ghost of Me
Here in myself I find me lost
As I fragment inside the core
These tiny scatterings of shell
Are spilling out onto the floor
I do believe I’m breaking up
This I was sure I’d never do
My channel’s unidentified
No frequency is getting through
For this day brings me no agenda
With lack of speech and empty head
All conversations disengaged
A loss of life the soul has bled
I am autumnal to the touch
With much abandonment of thought
I lack direction or result
With zero reading in the eyes
Right now I’m found unoccupied
While in the undercurrent laid
There’s no reaction to the world
I am departed from the day
As my reflection seems to fade
There’s little of me here to see
I’m much less obvious than before
Today I am the ghost of me
As I fragment inside the core
These tiny scatterings of shell
Are spilling out onto the floor
I do believe I’m breaking up
This I was sure I’d never do
My channel’s unidentified
No frequency is getting through
For this day brings me no agenda
With lack of speech and empty head
All conversations disengaged
A loss of life the soul has bled
I am autumnal to the touch
With much abandonment of thought
I lack direction or result
With zero reading in the eyes
Right now I’m found unoccupied
While in the undercurrent laid
There’s no reaction to the world
I am departed from the day
As my reflection seems to fade
There’s little of me here to see
I’m much less obvious than before
Today I am the ghost of me
Ann Foxglove
Mon 7th Dec 2009 07:27
I love this too, so haunting! "I am departed from the day". Wonderful and sad.