Spirits

February 14, 2008
By Matt Stensland-Bos, Luverne, MN

Hear me in this altitude of little air,
When oxygen is spare and I’m growing faint;

Hear me in these depths of an ocean trench
Where the water pressure is a crushing force;

Hear me in this night of masquerading spirits,
When I try so hard to sleep
But all I hear is “you’ve forgotten me!”
“No,” I say, “I’ve not forgotten you, never!”

But already these spirits have left me without hope.


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