I am a ghost, I have a face, no one can see me, my form exists in space

I am a ghost, and you can see me, I exist in blank space, so wonderous and free, you envy me, but I envy you, you have hands made of matter, and I wish I was you.

You don’t like your form, but at least that you have, I do not have earthly hands, and for that I am sad.

If I was you, sir, I would take great care, because what it is like to have no form, of that I am aware, I wander this hall, where I lay trapped, and chased by other formless spirits, I remain attacked, I am a ghost, took my life, yes I did, I was afraid to live life with my kid. I was once human, but commited suicide, now I wish, I had done anything but die.

I am a warning, a sad tale, I am, I took my life, and now here I stand, I regret doing what I did with my life, now I pace back and forth, a victim of strife, I am a warning, to not do the same, I wish I hadn’t, my life was my claim, I took my life, and exist only as me, I am not a judgement of those like I see. I am only a statement, to you

See Clearly

I am a statement to look twice before you leave, you cannot take it back, when your hands attack your own form, I wish I could, now I am forlorn, so please think twice, and don’t act rash, I killed myself, and now live in the backlash.

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I am never open, I am always shut

I am reminded sometimes of nights I spent trying to get to somewhere safe. I would be walking somewhere, and would find myself in a neighborhood, not much unlike any other neighborhood, except a little different. This neighborhood was gated, nobody ever gets in, and nobody ever gets out. The gates enclosed the neighborhood so that was the exact case, exact except not exactly…

That is not always the case… There were times, when staring at certain lights, for a certain amount of time… seemed to have an effect on the bodies orientation towards theres neighborhoods with these gates that no one could ever escape from.

These lights had a specific patterning, they would go on and off in thirty second intervals six times. They were always a glowing red, and would always all together do this weird on and off signaling, and after that signaling the gates of this community would close, having been open before, unbeknownst to any traveler that happened to walk through them, after this signaling, as if prompted by this signaling, people would let out their dogs.

The dogs though enclosed by the gates would somehow be able to make it to the road, where an enclosed passerby that had happened to get trapped in this gated community, would then be trapped in the gated community with six dogs, always six never more, never less…. as if by magic… always six.

The dogs would chase and bite at ankles and people in black vehicles would pass by watching and sometimes would chase as well as the dogs, never assisting always chasing, sometimes almost plowing into you. Very strange…………………

The mist ascends over the river in the dark light absent night of a missing moon, that is not missed, simply missing, a vacant blankness with no space indicated that marks its blankness, no spot where a moon would even be, a blank canvas of lack of light.

I am standing staring out over the water, knowing only that there is even water there, because I am familiar with the place I am. Other than my presence of mind and awareness of where I am placed in time, there is no indicating factors that would suggest that I am anywhere at all, the night is black and I see nothing in front of me, and nothing below me.

I stare forward into the nothingness, keeping my presence of mind, by meditating on the painful cold that pounds in my skin, the rain is falling down on my hands and arms now, I say it that way.. because they are bare, I can’t feel it touch the rest of me.

I look out over the water, the only thing letting me know there is any separation between me and any of this, any perceiving instead of being oneness, is the fact that I remember being a being that sees.

There are slight beings of light on the water now, they dance in the nothing, looking like shadows, which is strange, because there is nothing to cast shadow on, they are dark, as dark as shadow and reflecting to my eyes or to my knowing, not sure which, and they speak to me, somehow I know them, I know their pain. They pace across the water saying nothing, and I can feel their pain, and then, it all fades, a light comes on, and I look up at a street light, there must have been a power outage.

A man is sitting on a bench alone, he asks me how long I have been there, says he didn’t know there was someone else watching, like him, the dancing on the water. I tell him I don’t know, and we leave it at that. He walks away.

Clear as a bell,

And she doesn’t tell

Not her even her friend

Who she will send away

Clara Bell,

Do not tell a soul

Not of the hole in you or in time

Head my voice, listen in rhyme, just in time,

You will see the divine, if you are so inclined

This time be true, because I do love you

Sincerely, yours Clara,

Or as you know me,

Your safety, your tree,

Clara Isabelle Lee