I wake with darkness all around
without the wind, without a sound
alone in this vast, black somewhere
there is no sky, there is no ground
Now faintly in the distance there:
a light as fragile as a prayer
Through squinting eyes I’m shocked to spy
a jellyfish glows in the air
First one, then two, then by and by
their numbers start to multiply
They cloud me like a swarm of bees
as full as stars fill up the sky
Their tentacles sway in some breeze
like meadow grass or willow trees
but I know of no plant or spear
whose blades are deadlier than these
How long have I been trembling here?
Could be a minute or a year
In darkness, time cannot be read
and soon despair replaces fear
as deep in my exhausted dread
I grow a longing to be dead
and when it blooms I take a stand
and reach to grasp a glowing thread
I clasp around the see-through strand
but it just passes through my hand
like wine through lips after a toast
My fate is deaf to my command
Forever standing at my post
one question troubles me the most:
which one of us is just a ghost?
Which one of us is just a ghost?
This poem was written "in response" to NaPoWriMo #30: Free day (and farewell) on Read Write Poem. The meter and structure of the poem was based on that of a famous Robert Frost poem.
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Do you believe in an afterlife? What do you imagine it will be like?