Poetic Speech

A breathing ghost sent flashes of past judgments and old habits| The view was witnessed with eyes closed| In a distant memory that reappeared as the casket closed| Rain swept across my face| Down the land that saw me rest| And met with a cold stare| In a gloomy sky that reflected off the shining path| A space to resurrect| Manifested from a departing cloud| Giving room for light to shine| To breed with the wet dew| In that land where my memories rest| And a sudden adventure began| The roots grew a single rose on top the concrete slab that gave the sky a new area to glow|

If life is so beautiful, she showed herself to me covered in make-up| The play she portrayed brought cheers to the theater and a tear to her face| The mascara watered down and brought out the natural glow in her eyes| The stage now wet from emotions once struggling to appear| Placed caution to her every step brought forth from that moment on| The curtains rolled and she strolled back to wipe the mask from her face| The water washed her stains away| Revealing the hidden grace| And yet she stepped outside from outside that theater| Expecting fans with pens pushing forth for an autograph| Not one fan appeared| They all strolled along| Without taking notice of the bare face| Looking for attention| Another tear fell| This time without a smudge of make-up sliding along| She felt her skin colder than ever| She felt the tears| She felt the smog| Now without make-up to mask her face| She wallowed without notice| As her admirers forgot the face behind t...

You see the light shine bright on the other side| Try to catch it before it hides beyond the clouds| Shadows fallow as you stumble| One last breath as light runs away| Speed up to catch one last glimpse| Try to preserve its brightness for another day| Tears flow down as your last chance fades out| You know there is no option for another day| You reach the mountain top| Though the light lost its bright| No more life as you see your last days slowly fade away|