Benjamin Marcher is a researcher and ghostwriter for engaged enterprise-wide information systems researchers at several universities across the nation. His other writing interests include short fiction, poetry, and creative non-fiction. He is currently finishing up his BA in English, and plans to continue his education at the graduate level in the future.
Sometimes there are people
Like you, who are beautiful;
Not only in your looks
Or in the things you say,
But in wholly unknown ways.
These people are always
Infinite mysteries.
Your soul is never here,
But your smile somehow is—
Insinuating peace.
But I did not know
Your darker side, your pain.
You cannot blame me now
For not letting me in.
You lied; told me, “We’re good.”
You’re disingenuous.
I’m not surprised this
Happened the way it did.
It ends.
All’s bled out in
Blanket stains to misconstrue.
I’m sorry for the way
That I gave up on you.
The Darkened Quill 