Ghosts: Parts I & II

I:

Green tides of shame

Flowing progression

Hardened heart in empty skin 

Streets paved wet, etched, and fickle

Yellow light casts down on fence.

Sitting wet clutching footprints

Hooded figure; Gutters fall.

Rain trembles in the linen

A soldier of I, the ravens caw.

In the cracks the puddle lances

Every drop hits errant pulse.

Treescapes in my message

But when I lay boulders form.

Haze timid, unrelenting,

Where we speak dead words form.

Vision blurred by the sunset's

Moving comets part the yard.

Rage built in confessions

Breathing me in a graven fog

Landscapes filled, in smoke stacks.

A city of glass; Throw a rock.

What was vague but once distant

The airs current carries me along.

II:

Fear is trepidation

Cold gaze walk as one

A will; turned to fury

Eyes dissent turn on soil.

Arms wrapped, and blurring

The vision clings en toil

Tragic are the footsteps

Standing still as they're grown

Keep in mind, too remember-

Dark days, linger still.

Ice crushed thin; Unrelenting,

Too many words within my ears

The storm vague but once distant

The showers descent into view,

The silence of our echo

Howling aggression

Comets; the seething stars.

Blood spilt for these pages

Revelations too quick to come

An act of rage written with dead letters,

Pen and ink the weapons scar.