I Am GhostA Poem by gram linskifor the dying, and the dead
I Am Ghost
- the tingle, tease, ( silent scream in the night ) - the shiver of antici .... ... .... pation the ice - like touch on flesh and the whispering whispering whispering of things unseen - I Am Ghost - the haunting of memory of guilt and remorse my feather - like touch numbing feeling, causing bones to bleed, and igniting primal, primordial thought - I am the death of something both known, and unknown - I am ghost of yesterday his - story is useless / dead to me ( learning nothing from the reconstruction of treachery, ) hating gods and kings equally, I am ghost of today arctic shiver down spine on this bright spring morn an abundance of life erupting from dirt baby animals droppinglike Jeigerbombs lost in the malignant night in cheap - fashioned, second hand catholic guilt, my substance starts to disintegrate I can feel myself deteriorate, I am becoming the very essence of migrate as my soul slips away, I am ghost of tomorrow, I wish , I dream, a squeezed sneezed tightened fist bones crack against unsolid mass A shadow in the machine I am Ghost I feel your pain in every fibre of my non - being and becoming again A Ghost ( scent of a rose ), x
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2 Reviews Added on March 25, 2021 Last Updated on March 25, 2021 Authorgram linskiAboutCaged In An Animal's Mind Caged in an animal's mind; No wish to be more or else Than I am; a smile and a grief Of breath that thinks with its blood, Yet straining despite; unsure In my stir .. more..Writing
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