My Song

World dumped me

Took me over agian

Not as an afraid child who needs to hold a hand

To keep from falling

But as a bold, furistic robot who is stone cold to fears

Of a mortal life

I have died

& I die every minute over & over again

But none seem to notice

Those who notice pretend like it never happened

None wants to see the darkness beneath the budding flower

None wants to treat wounds and heal scars

I am used & made a victim of deceit and betrayal
Only to be awaken each morning in infinite cold

If only a heart could see the death

If only eyes could unlock the darkest secrets

I WISH IF ONLY..........

An Ode To Ghosts

Ghosts  of  a  mind's  delusion

Ghosts  of  a  hand's  creation

Ghosts  of  a  scared  heart

Ghosts  of  a  betrayed trust

Ghosts  of  a  lost honor

Ghosts  of a  false demeanor

Ghosts  of a  pile of lies

Ghosts  of an unreasonable rejection

Ghosts  of an infinite detention

Ghosts of  a   deceived  soul

Ghosts of  an unbearable pain

Ghosts  of  a  half-asleep world

Ghosts  of an irrational myth

Ghosts  of a ruined  intuition

Ghosts are points of reason a terrified brain creates to feel the tragedy and anguish again and over again in a heartbeat