david jewell poet

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Ghost

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Ghost is always hiding and then I feel a chill.

Ghost is always riding a horse through the center of my brain.

So many hungry ghosts,

with a longing for what they cannot have.

There is something about letting go they don’t hear,

like so many of us, they might be afraid

to move on.

leaving

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blue planet

if i try to tell you i have given up, it only proves i haven’t.

if i had really given up i wouldn’t be writing you, i wouldn’t

say anything, i would be gone.

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if i tell you i am leaving it is only proof i haven’t left.

it is obviously an attempt to get a response, an attempt to

get you to tell me you want me to stay. but i hear nothing,

and i still don’t leave, and that is when i begin to feel frightened,

~

vulnerable, no longer in control of my own thoughts or

feelings or actions, and that is when i begin to unravel

like a cloud on a sunny day.

dj

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