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by Chris Sorrenti


Today I am no one
and do not merit an identity
there is no heartbeat to be found
rustling among the dry twisted leaves
you see swirling before you
no story here
with the movie rights yet to be negotiated
wondering if it will ever make it
to the small let alone big screen

Today I am already a ghost
an EVP whose full body apparition
manifests for only the briefest of minutes
then quickly evaporates at the recollection
of the beautiful creature I once was
on the outside
and the one I will soon become
where imperfection has a beauty all its own
and beauty can best be found on the inside

Today I write a new poem
as I have countless times before
to keep me anchored on this astral plain
a little while longer
leave a few more bread crumbs
to prove that I was ever here at all
for some say that in the end
we in fact die two deaths
that of the physical body
and when the last person to have known us
also slips into the ether

© 2013

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11/09/2013

Posted on 11/09/2013
Copyright © 2021 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Christel Crews on 11/10/13 at 08:27 AM

i don't know how you do it, but you have captured my thought tonight in such a poignant manner. i feel completely invisible and a true apparition. i'm not really there, just looking on - thank you for penning this - hope all is well

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 11/10/13 at 04:11 PM

...like lost history recorded and perhaps one day found again yet not understood anymore......

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/10/13 at 06:50 PM

My pick for the day, Chris. This just hits home on many, many levels. A very intelligent, smoothly flowing piece. Thank you.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/26/13 at 01:15 PM

May I say, Chris, this is one of the finest you've ever penned, this ode as was ever made to be a fave.

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