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This poem is about how fragile life is and how broken people can be. The perpetual cycles that we go through and how it seems bleak but it continues on in spite of all the shadows, wars, diseases, famines, and death. Life continues on. This is one of my favorites.

"The past becomes the soil in which the present takes root, and the future grows."

Ghosts & Strings

10600587_10204764587811044_3323353174422219428_nby Devin Mitchell Durbin23 Jul 2013

We are but ghosts and strings.
Such petty pretty things.
So easily broken;
Don’t linger but disappear
With no hint,
Nor rhyme or reason.
Just here one second
Then gone in the next.
Perpetually fulfilling
The law of motion.
Never hesitant;
Always corroding
Non-stop into the horizon.
Our future comes
And then it goes.
The past becomes
The soil in which the present
Takes root, and the future grows.