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                   ©2008-2009, Ky Perkins

 
 
 
                                                               "Inanity"
 
Like the vessel made to honor one's dead king,
                                     What might be called inanity, I know for love;
                                     But this small comfort bears my soul on frail wings –
                                     It carries me beneath the waves, and not above.
                                     Often, love and ignorance walk hand in hand,
                                     For neither heed good sense or logic's rule.
                                     Love can loathe the deed, and yet defend the man;
                                     And though my heart is wise, it plays the fool.
                                     So reason can't recall my pyre from the sea,
                                     Or turn away the tide of my despair.
                                     I struggle not with folly, but with grief;
                                     The misery of knowing that I shouldn't care.
                                     My darling, you mistake my love for ignorance,
                                     And think I mourn the fight, and not the cause;
                                     But truly, dear, I have both wits and sense,
                                     And wish the love had perished with the loss.
 

 

 

 

 

©2008-2009, Ky Perkins
 

 

"Ghosts"

 

No clever words hide my despair,

My smiles are but brittle things

Meant to ease another's fear,

So none will know my suffering.

In a dark and moonless place,

There my spirit lays in wait,

Colder than a devil's touch,

Much more silent than the grave.

For what are ghosts, but memories?

Or maybe I am but a ghost

Haunting visions of the past,

My life, to dead things, playing host.

And spirits shadow those who live,

No secret safe within their breast,

Though hearts are stilled forever more,

In memory they haunt us best.

So there I'll stay, in memory,

Though smiling lies from day to day,

Forever waiting in the dark,

Waiting for my ghosts to fade.