plagues me, betrays me
the fire in my soul
scorches me, torches me
the aching of my heart
bleeds me, condemns me
my tattered spirit
depletes me, regresses me
the empty pillow
reminds me, haunts me
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
1 comment:
i sometimes think that there is a ghost or ghosts (metaphorically) that haunt us when we are in our quite moments.
Is yours a more "real" ghost -- as in a ghost of one who has passed on?
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