the ghost

 

 

 

It was not me, who put you into the dark

It was not me, who put too much hate upon himself

It was not me, who made you so imperfect

          Who choose this life for us?

                   It was you,

                             I am only a shadow in every decision.

The weak link, the forgotten will

of one’s owned heart, truly remains in the corner…

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Simply the ghost, who whispers in total silence.

Author's Note

just getting bothered that my road for now is too dark....


credits to the photo goes to the talented photographer:
obsession by manuelestheim

Reviews

[KAin]

"It is always darkest before the dawn."
i see in this poem one of the predilections common to self-respecting writers - that of always doubting their paths and choices. Of course, retrospect offers us a clear view of the things we've done, but that is a pointless pastime, despite the fact that we indulge ourselves in it with masochistic pleasure. All we can assure ourselves, in regard to whatever choices we made, is whether or not we were true to ourselves, true to our convictions. A great poem, RetroPax. Keep writing.

[Pax]

That proverb reminds me so much of my favorite song, "shake-it out by florence + machine" I have been listening to their song every since... last two years ago until now, still in my playlist. I am glad you mention that... its amazing how keen you are my friend, so thank you very much!

[Bright Ocean Star]

simply the ghost who whispers in total silence. Beautiful.

[A. Amos]

Simply brilliant piece of art, love the title and contents were marvelous!

[John]

I think a poem like this is prompted by the question 'How responsible are we for others?' and 'How do we define ourselves in relation to others?' Sometimes the relationship is ghostly, literally haunting.

I particularly like the last line, coming as a resolution or after thought.

[Tai Ryens]

Haunting, and it's truly saddening to watch from the shadows as the person you love deteriorates and plummets into a canyon of self-hatred and being able to do absolutely nothing about it. The grief of watching the loved one plummet is intensified by the fact that your speaker chooses to remain by her side, as a friend, always longing to help her . . . trying desperately, against the voices of her vices screaming endlessly at them.
Well done, Pax.

[Pax]

thank you so much my good friend, yeah, that is hard, watching a friend like that fall into pieces... I am grateful always to you my good friend, take care and be well...

[La Luna]

The picture, the words, everything here had real emotional, so powerful and very beautiful. Thank you for sharing a lovely poem :)

Luna.

[Pax]

Thank you so much, Luna my friend... this was the time that I needed a release, and so I did it to poetry. I am glad you read this...

[La Luna]

You are welcome. And yes I understand that feeling so well. But the results are always good, your poem is an example.
Luna.

[Pax]

in one way or another it relief somehow... its great to hear that luna, thanks!

[La Luna]

My pleasure :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the photo. Gave life and strength to the poem. The poem had a dark and lonely feel to it. There are a lot of ghosts with us today. We forget to see them. No weakness in the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Pax]

I am truly grateful my good friend... thank you for reading... ghost, there are alot of them lately... indeed...

[Baby Ricochet]

This really was quite moving Mr RetroPax. Outstanding work sir!

[Pax]

Thanks my friend, its good to see you, I am glad with your visit and review...

[Extant]

I guess we all feel like ghosts from time to time; that everything is outside of us and we are nonessential smoke unable to change anything... At least that's what I feel from this. Really thought provoking for me, R-Pax. Great write.

[Pax]

thanks my good friend, nice name change by the way, what does it mean?...

aren't we all feel like that, or i assumed that based on our human emotions, all our feelings sometimes gets complicated or we complicate them more than it isn't...

i am grateful always my friend for your shared views about this piece...

[Extant]

Aphasia is a psychological disorder where someone is unable to read something but able to speak it, or write something but able to read, or speak something but able to write, and many other strange things like that.

I think all humans complicate their emotions and that's why it's sometimes hard to connect with people. But sometimes we find people who complicate their emotions like we complicate ours, if that makes since. My pleasure, Pax, to read what you write and know you.

[Pax]

Knowing this makes me think your a doctor or a psychologies or med student... thanks for the insightful feedback my friend...

You know many things about our human emotions my friend, perhaps that is why you understand this piece or me so well, thank you so much for that... a friend that understand is hard to find.