The Color of Ghosts

By Olivia Henson

The Color of Ghosts is a collection of poems documenting the author’s personal journey through anxiety and depression. Some of these concepts and works date back even to her elementary school years. They describe what she felt and how she viewed the world. The dark places, the bright spots, the lonely, the empty, the beauty, the tragedy, the real and the imagined – these poems are her heart, her mind, her soul. This is the candid revelation of the author as she is and was, these are the colors of her ghosts.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9781796092929

Olivia Henson

My name is Olivia Henson. I have always had a special connection to the written word. In elementary school I wrote my first poem and I’ll never forget the relief I felt in finally getting the weight on my chest transferred to paper. Poetry has been my outlet for every thought and emotion ever since. I hopes that this collection helps to shed some light on the what goes on inside the minds of those who go through what I went through and still struggle with every day.

Book preview

The Decreptitude of Man

Men die

Children born

Voices lift

And tears fall

Kingdoms rise

While cities burn

And yet the world

Still on will turn

Nature dies

Sons murder

Truth or lies

Left for barter

Faith and blood

Lust or love

Good we punish

While prospers evil

Just deserts

Have no receival

So humor me

Please explain

Are we God’s chosen

Or just a game

Fire quenched

Or floods sent

Is He here

Or has He went

Serving time

Or drinking wine

Innocence brave

And curses crude

Chained slaves

The dim and shrewd

Yet the end awaits

And all the while

To equal graves

Each man files

Raise Your Glass

Raise your glass to the pain

Here’s to the panic

Here’s to the rain

Don’t try, you’ll never be free of frantic

Raise your glass to hate

Lift your wine to all things damned

lift it to unchangeable fate

For the gates of hell, remain unslammed

Raise your glass to the fears

Here’s to the lowly

Here’s to the tears

Believe in the truth of lonely

Raise your glass to the memory

Toast to the friction

Honor false destiny

Down the drink, breath in your addiction

Some, All, None

Some men are made of gold

Some men are made of bone

Some men come from flesh and blood

Some men are built of stone

All men rise to work and eat

Building cities never