The Haunting

I can't get it out of my head. 

That face. 

It haunts my every waking moment.

The words falling from those lips sting my ears

and reverberate through my veins.

Sweet promises dancing though my heart

bring visions of ecstasy and nirvana. 

My brain lifts on the mists of empty lines spoken.

Phantom hands leave electric trails down my face,

mingling with the salt that falls.

It's a prison my body can't escape, 

but my soul keeps pulling on the bars.

It's a lie I want to believe. 

Weightlessness.

Static.

Suffocating.

It's a drug I can't be free of.

The flame of desire holds me captive. 

Author's Note

first draft. constructive criticism welcome.

Reviews

[Chris]

Some drafts ARE the final version! Real and captivating. I do hope you return. Some really "unique" web paging following you IS an adventure.

[Relic]

This is a fine first draft and for me would suffice as the final one. Desire and lust are spells we can all lapse into easily. Sometimes to break that spell is to wake from a dream. Whether it be good or bad. I enjoyed this. Great poem.

[Aradia Lecrawe]

Thank you. I think I will keep it like it is.