A Lonely Spirit's Lament
I stand here on a tombstone
where many old lovers died
my eyes filling up the ocean
from rivers of droplets cried
is this some silent nightmare
no, the sad facts are all true
a fitting storm now above me
while the sea is raging blue
would it seem a better photo
my damp chest dripping red
from a body commiserating
with skulls of passions dead
atop these stones I will pass
this restless spirit moving on
dreams for ghostly company
all my yesterdays long gone
Copyright © John Gilman | Year Posted 2022
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