— A Half-Haunted House —
"Afraid of what they do not comprehend," the disembodied voice said. "They see us as ghosts."
They do not wish to see us nor feel our presence,
and certainly do not wish to know us.
We live beneath the same sky as they do,
beneath the same sky-roof.
But we are seen as dangerous intruders
within our own land,
within our own home.
We move with the knowing that they fear the very
concept of our existence,
which weighs on us,
making us melancholic.
And in melancholy,
we drag the walls around us
down to hell.
We pass through rooms
decaying the wallpaper,
destroying the ceramic plates,
and shattering glass,
leaving deep sorrow and rage in our wake.
They see the decay and destruction
without seeing us.
Foreign apparitions as we appear to them,
they see what we do,
not what we are,
or how we long to be seen.
Our symptoms are solid, immediately noticed,
easy to blame,
while we
remain
transparent.
They care more about the decaying
of their half of the house,
than of the tortured souls
who roam it.
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Humans Have Soft Bones
PoetryFeatured @WattPadPoetry [02/14/20] - Humans are soft, from their hearts to their bones. A collection of poetry from New York writer and poet. It showcases the fragility of human nature, both physically and emotionally. In this collection he uses the...
