Ghost II

No. II

I am a ghost to you,

Because you look at me like I’m a penny on the street.

 

In a world of thick swirling mist,

Where the instant before it solidifies, it dissipates,

You are whole and true,

Like a tree’s black, stark stance in the midst of vibrant sunset.

 

When have you ever turned out your pockets at the end of a day

And felt the same joy at that penny

As you first did when you saw it’s grimy, dirty glitter on the street?

 

You catch me only in wisps,

When the paranoia strikes at you

Like an axe through the door of your mind.

You’re suddenly aware of your surroundings,

But only for the split second before panic sinks in,

Then instinct carries you away,

Far away from the twisted fantasyland

Our love has morphed, deformed, into.

 

A banshee’s wail is not what escapes my tortured lips,

Tasting copper,

Crying out for scissors to cut the threads holding it shut,

But a suffering moan of despair at a soul lost…

From my frail-fingered grip

Once again.

Author's Note

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[samurai212]

this is good :)