Ghost.A Poem by Sarah McKeever HittLast time I checked five months six days 30 minutes and still I see your ghost.
It is hiding in curtains stark raging mad mocking all consuming relentless against the one who came behind you
I am just a girl wishing for a good nights rest pacing the hardwood floors jerking awake at the softest night noise Afraid to find you still gone.
Or worse, still here.
I ask in a brave tone with loud voice neon sign letters all the strength I can muster How much longer?
My face will turn to stone before you answer and the nights will still be starry with wind blowing my question finding deaf ears because you are asleep far away.
But your ghost. in hues of silver and purple stay behind in my house forever.
And so it goes a story old as the light of the moon The first beat of a youthfilled heart in time with one who left her too soon.
© 2011 Sarah McKeever HittReviews
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7 Reviews Added on June 16, 2011 Last Updated on June 16, 2011 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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