The Last Poem On Earth

A poem exploring the ideas we aren’t supposed to talk about.

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-The narrator is Melissa Varela
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🔰The Last Poem On Earth by illneas

Do the ghosts get sad when you give away their clothes?
Do they miss the ability to wear their favorite color?

Each word carries weight you said
Adjusting the trajectory of your life
one sentence at the time

Do the ghosts die little by little as you move on?
Is it possible to transform a person into an idea and remain human?

Maybe each silence carries weight as well

Do the ghosts haunt us or do we haunt them?
Do they watch the world leaving them behind like they never existed?

Do they even care?

Your friend,
your sister,
your parent,
or your child
Are unable to talk with you

Do they even have anything to say?
Do they owe you a final word?

they watch you as you grow up

they observe your tiny movements as you fall in love

and hold your hand when you need them to

Or at least these stories make the pain go away

When the skies above me spoke
I was told to listen
But for now, only stillness is kind to me

When the empty corridors seemed way too dark
I was told to believe in the light
But I only want to stare at you in the darkness

our words
our pauses
or our ideas
cannot make the ghosts sad
because the invisible don’t need colors to be beautiful

And if I accept that
I might remain human

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