There are ghosts in my bed

It took a while for his to from, but it ended up how it was meant to I think...

There are ghosts
In my bed

Dark shadows
Of lovers past
It's not in my head
There are ghosts
In my bed

Flashbacks
Of scratched backs
Passionate bliss
A lovers kiss
Tears shed
My marriage dead

There are ghosts
In my bed

Shapes of these dreams
Unrealized and
Never lived
They stick around it seems

I took for granted
The little things
The seeds I planted
Grew broken dreams

There are ghosts
In my bed
It's not in my head

They've found comfort there
Drawn in by the idea of me
My eyes and my flair
Not based in reality

One side remaining
Empty
Made up neatly
Staining
My attempt
To move on completely

There are ghosts
In my bed
It's not in my head

They come and go
Passing through
Yet I already know
They will never be you

There are ghosts in my bed
It's in my head
I wish I was dead
Not laying here
Feeling this anguishing
Languishing
uncertainty and
Loneliness
I can't control
Deep in my soul

There are ghosts
In me
I can't see
They are in my head
Not in my bed

Author's Note

Any feedback /critique welcome

Reviews

[Chris]

I heard the "voice" - sort of a sad, diminishing voice...but real none-the-less. A sense of flawed-personal worth and perceived failures assigned to moments that somehow perhaps didn't measure up to the dreams.

Sometimes we self-fulfill our flaws out of fear for caring... sometimes because we get too damn busy and take a relationship for granted - doing little things you don't HAVE to do but want to just go unnoticed til you don't want to do them anymore.

And sometimes it wasn't a flaw... life happened and one night it was just cold and scary and emptiness... and finding you had to survive.

You COULD write this better - but not more realistically...

[Jennesis]

I really struggled with this write, but the words kept coming. I still read it now and am not exactly happy with how it sounds, but I guess that is completely symbolic of this time of transition and change in my life after so long. Life tends to sneak up on us, and resentments eat away at our joy. Maybe someday I will try to fix the flaws in this write, but perhaps I will leave it as a testament to my own flaws in this moment of my life. Realistic and flawed. Thank you Chris for your thoughtful words. ~Jennesis

[Adam Whitworth]

Well it has a good momentum throughout, some memorable touches and unlike some poems here it makes sense, i like it

[Jennesis]

Thanks Adam! I'm glad it makes sense! Appreciate your review

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh those ghosts in my head...they seldom sleep...

after three marriages...I have ghosts too...both in bed and head...

relatable piece..it is a serious matter, but you do it with some nice humor injected into the tone.

jacob

[Jennesis]

Thank you do much Jacob!

[Cambion]

I like your poem! Please keep writing more of them and I hope your holiday and New Year are as melodious and copacetic as your poetry!

[Jennesis]

Thank you Cambion. I appreciate it!