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. Scott Thomas can be reached at 17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, November 3rd, 2019 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.