The Ghosty He
My mind cannot be at peace
Too much theories and speculations
Ghosts who never leave
Coupled with every disturbing illusions
Trouble without significance
Labeled without an identity
Yet heartfelt bears its substance
Almost a soulless entity
The lesser I thought was more to think
And the more I think… lesser was felt
Walking without sleeping in a living dream
I need not thread with caution but I need help
To feel without touch
To view without eyes
With pity I care too much
And I sympathise with lies
Compelling yet distasteful
The ghosty he who’ll never leave
Dis-spelling though mindful
A mind never to be at peace
Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2014
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