For Peter, My Ghost
Peter old friend
we are only human
we are made of dust
from Adam's soil: ashes
creatures of chance
unable to cope
unable to see
blind to the world
and the bridges put forth before us,
we are damned
to suffer, one way or another
to rest everlasting, to end.
But we are glorious
even when we come undone
and the world will always remember
the songs we wrote
for Alice, for Emma
for women we do not even know
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Posted Sep 29, 2016, 5:12 AM UTC
I'm not quite sure if this poem is an allusion to something that doesn't pertain to your personal life. I don't think it does.
I love this.
"unable to cope
unable to see"
This makes me think of a comparison of someone casting blindness as a result of being unable to cope. It's really nice.
"and the world will always remember
the songs we wrote"
Are my favorite lines, as they remind that even though something has ended, there are still memories that one can retain.