Ghosts

I'm finally back after a LONG suffering of writer's block!

Dear miss mother at the carnival,

I think I may guarentee you

that you will know that this poem is about you

but I may be wrong,

I may be wrong

 

For the awful fear

that you have witnessed

in this 'evil' carnival

has made you strong

 

You have had to cover your children's eyes

many, many times

a sad clown,

a crying child,

a haunted house with fictional ghosts

 

Ghosts, ghosts

is that how you see me?

am I just a scary ghost to you?

I pop in, pop out

through walls and such

and when I am in you can never touch me

your fingers just fall through my cold heart

 

When I am out you can

never prove to others that I exist

no one believes you

no one agrees with you

 

Others believe in freedom,

darkness, beauty

and happiness from pain

but you have faith in happiness from happiness

no pain, no pain

no pain at all

 

"Thank you! Thankyou!",

you say

half lie, half truth

but it is all that you can say

it is all that you are programmed to say

 

But now it is long after the thankyou's

they have all faded into other useless words

from your never tired lips

all you ever ask of is more, more, more

and more often

more often that I lay down my time and my coin

so that you may insult,

without hearing,

the beautiful musicians and

their beautiful songs

 

Too loud, too loud

not enough, not enough

too sad, too sad

a good beat, a good beat?

IS THAT ALL YOU KNOW!?

 

Allow me to make a suggestion to you:

stay near this towering ferris wheel

and frowning clowns

stay near these make-belief ghosts

in their make-belief mansions

 

Practice, practice

with the fraud ghosts

they will assist with the real ghosts;

ghosts like myself

and the ghosts will introduce you to their

real-ghost friends

cold blood in their veins,

like blood on your daughter's fingers

and upside-down smiles on their faces

just like the one on your son's face.

 

Reviews

[lori c]

well written chloe. i always did enjoy reading your pieces. i think this may be the most intense one so far. i can visualize the mother, and the wavering darting images she chases and wants to believe in, and then the Reality that haunts her. there is definitely a dark tone to this piece, an over shadowing of fear, almost gothic in the classic gothic sense.

[Legion]

I'm scared now. Very good indeed. Hopefully that mother will take heed. Didn't you post this (or something like it) once before? If or if not, I liked it.

[Wolfwind Words]

Oh wow! That actually had me tingling a bit in fear!
I loved the form and the rythem. The repitition in places made the idea that it was the ghost speaking really come out!

Normally i might say that it was a bit on the long side. But after getting to the end, I found it's length alowed it to carry the images and the tale being told to the level it needed to be.

Great Write!
Infinity's Shadow