Saturday, July 24, 2010

Poem: Ghost


The ghost pulls at heart strings

Laughing its shivering laugh

Then, in escape, a scent lingers

Of a haunting possibility

The ghost chooses pain and abuse

The ghost would bask in his nothing

Nothing more than emptied soullessness

And I sit marveling at all she might be …

With me

Copyright SGW 2010

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