The Ghost (poem)

A ghost haunts me,

knock, knock, knocking,

but no one's at the door.

Madness is my only solace.

How do you kill a ghost?

I've been trying for years,

praying and begging for release,

but freedom is a distant dream.

Every priest offers hopeless hopefulness,

faith that can only lead to ruin.

If this ghost is my fate,

how can my life go on?

-Zero

i've gotta get up early tomorrow again (poem)

A desperation to leave

is there not more in me?

aren't I worthy of more?

More than systematic boredom

and too many early mornings

just to make ends meet.

I want to move on,

to move out of this apathy

into a place of inspiration.

I try not to talk of work

because it's filled with empty actions:

nothing I do has any meaning.

It's all white noise,

empty tasks to occupy time

duties to satisfy anonymous others

like building a sandcastle kingdom

to please an absent parent

who might not even exist.

-Zero

Time Traveller's Love (poem)

I travelled through time and space

to the spot in the future

where we had fallen in love.

I dashed up to our apartment,

climbed up trees and posts,

just to get myself to you.

But when I finally got there,

eager to press my lips against yours,

you recoiled away from me.

You said I wasn't myself,

replaced by a desperate imposter,

a lover who couldn't name your birthday.

Defeated, I returned to my time,

long before our love flourished,

accepting that I had to wait.

I dreamed of bending time and space,

skipping ahead to the life I wanted,

but the person I was today

has no place in that future.

-Zero