a young man's ghost, years later
May. 5th, 2002 06:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gurdonarkIt's no good haunting
a half-finished house--
nothing remains but sheet rock
and forgotten blueprints.
He'd thrown the bones around
just about enough--
danced on the grave-like
foundation of the utility room,
spent long hours crying over the skeleton
of the childrens' rooms.
If he could just find some way to understand
he'd tell himself, a little frantic,
then he'd have peace, then he would accept,
and like normal spectres, vanish down some
astral plane.
But facts and memories, like some enchanters'
blend, burned him away still,
a corrosive small hell--
neither decisive enough for eternal torment,
nor easy to escape--
a limbo for the failed would-be lover.
He thought that if he could talk things
out and understand the mystery of
passion denied, he'd find a peace with it;
but now he sits in the half-built,
long abandoned,
tract home castle of his dreams,
lifeless before it functioned,
with only himself as tormentor,
only himself as haunted.
As with all the courteous departed,
abandoned in good grace,
with good grace,
chants at the graveside
wishes for peace,
he was never treated badly,
nor did he himself cause pain--
it's just that wormwood galls
eternities later,
and for years he's listened
to something that should have died
within him, and
yet burns away.
a half-finished house--
nothing remains but sheet rock
and forgotten blueprints.
He'd thrown the bones around
just about enough--
danced on the grave-like
foundation of the utility room,
spent long hours crying over the skeleton
of the childrens' rooms.
If he could just find some way to understand
he'd tell himself, a little frantic,
then he'd have peace, then he would accept,
and like normal spectres, vanish down some
astral plane.
But facts and memories, like some enchanters'
blend, burned him away still,
a corrosive small hell--
neither decisive enough for eternal torment,
nor easy to escape--
a limbo for the failed would-be lover.
He thought that if he could talk things
out and understand the mystery of
passion denied, he'd find a peace with it;
but now he sits in the half-built,
long abandoned,
tract home castle of his dreams,
lifeless before it functioned,
with only himself as tormentor,
only himself as haunted.
As with all the courteous departed,
abandoned in good grace,
with good grace,
chants at the graveside
wishes for peace,
he was never treated badly,
nor did he himself cause pain--
it's just that wormwood galls
eternities later,
and for years he's listened
to something that should have died
within him, and
yet burns away.
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you did it again
Date: 2002-05-05 04:15 pm (UTC)cheers.
Re: you did it again
Date: 2002-05-05 04:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-06 09:03 am (UTC)This is more like The Quiet of a House that Never Was.
no subject
Date: 2002-05-06 02:06 pm (UTC)grandiose explanation for everything worked out...only problem is, he has no idea what he is talking about....