GHOSTLY

Unearth me out of my icy grave
Give me sun for warmth
Grass Beneath my feet
it is what my heart craves
My body to sway like ocean waves
Moments to steal, my spirit to heal
I am what is left of a hollow slave

Yet in moans I sing for home
I dance deaths violent ballets
ghostly tones in flames of Joan,
I stave, I am a soul depraved
Of Loves I have not known

Fingertips bleed with selfish deeds
Upon the cycle I am undone again
I will attend my wounds and ascend
To wander the halls of the condemned

I wish to feel my heart again.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

I stave, I am a soul depraved
Of Loves I have not known
That is beautiful

[Amila Jay]

Love this one, excellent poem:)

[LadyCardiac]

You are truly an amazing poet

[taylorrose]

this is how i feel i feel so dead i want to feel the heart like when you talk to a guy you like and your heart races i miss that but for some reason i got philophobia and no longer get those feelings

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the ghostly tale. You share a tale of things missed and of a endless roaming of a lost soul. I like the way you expressed the story in this poem. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Cassie Fraga]

ooooohhhhh Rene!!! what a touching piece!!! confession and yearn walked brilliantly hand in hand with this... OUTSTANDING!!!
**keep it up I love your work!!**

[Irfan Bashir Shah]

Needless to say "You Rock!" for you know it already but just in case, for the record you see!

[joshua deathdealer]

I agree with you. We lose ourselves in this cycle of darkness and despair but oh to feel the warmth from the sun again. I love the imagery and longing for true happiness here. An elderly man told me a couple of days ago that happiness is not something that we find or stumble across. We will it mentally into our lives. Retrain our minds if you will. Thanks for sharing this poem Rene. I needed this..xx

[Aidz]

Again a different feel Rene, enjoying this side from you :)