Holy Ghost Alex Powell

54
 Garret 2020
mom
Maybe it’s just the thought,
or the
possibility
Or the fear that thoughts of what I’ve taken will turn to memories of what I took

The life line is beautifully ephemeral,

Increasingly rare,
Susceptible to all

A constant reminder to our limits

Fear is rooted in the essence of loss

Loss, an unfair word that doesn’t give back

Doesn’t look at the color of your skin or the bills in your backpocket
affects us all unequivocally

When she’s gone, she’s gone

Simple as that
This intangible era, this life, doesn’t give us second chances

To make the most of what’s given is my responsibility

And so far,
I think
I’m
failing

Ocea Thompson
55