It's been a dreadful night,
And the ghosts came calling.
Crawling over me,
Pulling into the dark realms, the depths.
It's time to open the cage;
To let the bird fly.
No longer hold her
Tied on by love.
They snigger and drag me;
I howl in pain, and then see their faces.
Its them, the ones I created;
And now back to haunt me.
I cringe, she looks at me.
A choked whimper somewhere,
Is never let out-
Lest it should be heard.
I see the glimpses.
But they never stop.
The howling, the laughing continue
Somewhere I wish I'd die.
The bird flutters, and is out.
It gives me a lst glimpse and flies;
Into the wide blue sky.
Was it a smile, or a tear that fell my way?
The bird has flown, far away.
The devils have vanished.
I reach out my hands into the air,
Waiting for life to wake me up...
165 poems
1 year ago
2 comments:
you da man!
you're also a poet son
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