Haunted
I
I am haunted inside,
there's a ghost upon my heart
repelling love
and I
I am frightened
by this specter
who rasps of malady
yet somehow I feel secure
my soul calls to you
in it's translucent skin,
but no one (not even God)
can save me
from being absorbed within
these bones
they squeak and bellow
like an older home
yet I
I am only 32
with barely a pen
to hear me
Copyright © Melissa Wadkins Patterson | Year Posted 2008
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