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The ghost of me roams this world, afraid— Tainted, ablaze with fierce fire, ****** eyes unsettled. Swords clenched in both hands, battle-ready, To slay the dragons within, to shed red tears. Yet I remain a vessel, bound to earth, A soul that wanders through shapeless clouds, Drifting between unseen, parallel galaxies— A faceless man, unnoticed, Unrecognized in the eyes of many. I temper the rush, the volcanic fire within, For I know: if I ever let it loose, The ground beneath my feet— Could split open wide and, Swallow the rage boiling in my veins, And burn me to ashes, together With everything around me. Once, I knew laughter. Once, I felt the warmth of hands, The tether of belonging, the gravity of love. But time is a river that forgot my name. Now I drift, a phantom echo, Speaking in silence, screaming in dreams. The stars refuse to answer, The moon turns its face, And still, I walk—half-man, half-memory— Carrying wars no one sees. Is there salvation for a soul unraveled? Or must I wander forever, A spark caged in ash, Waiting for the sky to remember The name I once had? @jobiranyc 7/5/25
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Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC
Ghost of Me
The ghost of me roams this world, afraid— Tainted, ablaze with fierce fire, ****** eyes unsettled. Swords clenched in both hands, battle-ready, To slay the dragons within, to shed red tears. Yet I remain a vessel, bound to earth, A soul that wanders through shapeless clouds, Drifting between unseen, parallel galaxies— A faceless man, unnoticed, Unrecognized in the eyes of many. I temper the rush, the volcanic fire within, For I know: if I ever let it loose, The ground beneath my feet— Could split open wide and, Swallow the rage boiling in my veins, And burn me to ashes, together With everything around me. Once, I knew laughter. Once, I felt the warmth of hands, The tether of belonging, the gravity of love. But time is a river that forgot my name. Now I drift, a phantom echo, Speaking in silence, screaming in dreams. The stars refuse to answer, The moon turns its face, And still, I walk—half-man, half-memory— Carrying wars no one sees. Is there salvation for a soul unraveled? Or must I wander forever, A spark caged in ash, Waiting for the sky to remember The name I once had? @jobiranyc 7/5/25
It’s been quite a while since I posted anything. Peace and Love!!
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Jobira
51/M/Here
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC
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