Ghost in an Echo (a poem, of sorts)

I keep going 

Because 

I need it 

The challenges  

The creativity 

Even though 

I’m hard 

on myself 

Believing 

I’m unworthy 

Believing 

the voices 

From the past 

From inside 

That I’m nothing 

That I’m shit 

That I don’t exist 

Just an echo  

From a 

long ago 

dream 

Faintly reverberating 

Through space  

Through time 

Until 

there is 

nothing 

left 

of 

me 

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2023, John L. Harmon 

This poem was written while listening to “the lonely ghost on the sun” by Blue Sun Chasing, an incredible sonic creation which can be experienced through Bandcamp. 

Thank you for reading or listening to my half-blind words.

Freak Out, 

JLH 

P.S.  click the pic for a thematically related video from 2016… ⤵️ 

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