The Ghost of a Former Self

Just my thoughts and recollections. Constructive criticism would be nice :)

At birth we are whole,
We are pure, untouched by loves hand.
As we grow on so does our love.
Our love for family and friends,
Our love for our passions,
Our love for the ones we hold dear.
It blinds us,
The older we grow the blinder we become.
Some are blinded by choice,
But most are not voluntary.
As this year has passed,
I have become an emotionless husk,
Created from my past loves.
To not feel pain, like a Ghost.
Like a transparent veil,
I am seen but not seen,
The objects and people behind me are seen,
As the clear light shines on through me.
For I am the Ghost of my former self.

Author's Note

Constructive Criticism would be welcomed :)

Reviews

[B-poet]

Desensitized transparency will become the new age theme for this current generation and generations to come. You've touch on this in a very well written sense of diction. Great job. :)

[Albyaino]

Thank you very much, much appreciated

[dicey jones]

seriously this is nice, the way you pin your words is fascinating.
The older you grow the blinder we become...really true. Man keep up the thoughts!

[Albyaino]

Thanks a lot mate, much appreciated.

[Sugar and Spice]

Its good as :) I like it :) I like how you've used your words not only to create a story but to create a circle, you've completed a full cycle within this poem and thats what I really like :) Keep it up :)
~Sugar and Spice

[Albyaino]

Why thank you :) much appreciated, it was really just me writing without thinking at all.