April 5, 2012
By tjaguirre BRONZE, Payson, Arizona
tjaguirre BRONZE, Payson, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery. Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.
George Orwell

The phantom presses coolly
Against my body.
Not warm.
Not solid.

There is comfort
In the company of the ghost.
Yet when I reach,
My grasp falls into emptiness.

I long for form.
I dream of substance.
But I am left with a doppelganger,
And an ache in my heart.

Why does the spirit
Taunt me? This mirage seems so real.
But the oasis is dry
And my thirst cannot be quenched.

I am haunted by
this apparition.
Glimpses are my consolation,
my lost Eurydice.

But the image remains.
I stared too strongly into
The light and now when I
Close my eyes, I only see the sun.

The author's comments:
When you miss someone so badly that it hurts.

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