This one was supposed to be longer then it actually was. And in my world of random poetry of heartbreak, sadness and anger, I came up with this one. I cut this one down to size to just a page of it and put the stuff that I was really trying to put in. It is a slimmed down version of a two page poem, I hope the reader enjoys. Comments are Open.
The Spirit
In a world
Of
Black and White
A funeral
Wake.
No one
Can see him
The whole body
Is mostly concealed
In black.
The person sits
A lighter
In his hands
Hunched over.
Above him
Is a casket
Of himself.
Perhaps
He is crying
But no one
Can tell
Or perhaps
He is just
A lost soul
Just trying
To find
His way.
And the lighter
Is the only thing
Of true light
In a world of
Black and White.
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