Poems

Afterthought

I wasn't sure if I'd said "Thanks"
For the meal, for the chance
To know you better.

Sometimes it's almost tragic,
For me, for you,
When feelings are slaves to words
We cannot always voice
Clearly

What lies beneath?

Are we sure
if our own judgments can be trusted,
Especially when pain's a ghost in all our homes?
ALT REPLACEMENT LINE As pain's ghost holds court.

Hope comes from the soul
Alone
It was born unto us,
An inalienable right of life
For those who believe
in right....and luck.
It's real, I embrace it alone,
Despite the ghosts I feel
but can no longer see,
ALT END LINE (ADDITIONAL): Therefore, unable to embrace me. (??????)

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