Of Haunted Orbs and Hallowed Seasons
by Scott Thomas Outlar / November 3rd, 2019
I don’t need to dress up for Halloween
I am always a ghost
drifting through the town
where I was born
How can you look me in the eyes
when you’re staring at the ground
These leaves are not dead yet
I can still digest their memories
I lost all my innocence
but learned to slide by
with a wounded smile
and dared to sing Hallelujah
during happy hours
and dry spells
alike
Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching
philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of
consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration.
He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and
prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects.
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This article was posted on Sunday, November 3rd, 2019 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.