The gray clings to
my coat as I shrug
against the sudden
downpour.

My eyes blink against
the tears that are shed
from the clouds.

So I grab the shield
to protect me from
the soggy weather.

Then all of a sudden
as if an explosion
the crack of thunder
explodes the idea.

That I'm not here.
And the sky opens me
through the chaos.

And I scream but
I'm just a fade,
a wraith, and a ghost.

09/30/2009

Posted on 10/01/2009
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