Spectre

Spectre

I am sitting in a bizarre vigil beneath sun-struck skies

You do not want me here but I came anyway

I watch your melancholy flow like heavy smoke across a table

You have no words, I have plenty

But you hear none, neither do you see them

Nor feel

We are together yet apart

You look outward, I look at you

I fascinate upon your pain as you scrape scabs from your scars

You believe you are a mountain of woes

I remember you will mould planets from dust

This watching of your funerary precession is lonely

And if I could I would return to the void and to sleep

But I am your spectre, tied to your travail

We have no forward path but the one you cannot see

And I am here to take you on a journey.

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Published on: Instagram @Between.speak, The Nothing in Between

Date: 20/04/2024,11/05/2024