Poems from ghostglitch
Who am I?
A question subject to everyday society.
Nothing more.
One that thinks for the better
And acts for a cause.
Concealment…...
Hope.
It runs deep.
Deeper than any mineshaft,
Tunnel or crevice within the world.
Versatile, yet universal to all.
It doesn’t hesitate,...
Thoughts left behind
Incomplete, like an infinite Void
No reason. No purpose. No will…
Reasoning becomes mythical
Faith only remains
Yet...