Alert the Media Someone Stole the Milky Way Away
STOLEN STARS
THERE IS A NAKED GHOST WHO CHASES ME
SANS OF GARMENT WITH NO SIGN OF SILK
THERE IS A NAKED GHOST WHO DEBASES ME
AND A GHOUL IS THE GURU OF HER ILK
DAY AND NIGHT,HOUR BY HOUR
WHEREVER I LOOK, WHEREVER I TURN
I DEAL WITH A GHOST WHO WIELDS ALL THE POWER
AND LEFT WITH THE DEVIL TO DISCERN
MY HEART WAS MY HARBOR, HER SOUL MY GOAL
NOW SHE IS OMNIPRESENT, OMNIPOTENT AND STRONG
I STARE NOT AT THE STARS THIS SPIRIT STOLE
AND PUT THEM IN A PLACE WHEREIN THEY DO NOT BELONG
GAZE BEHIND ME AND NAKED STANDS SHE
WITH FLACID FLESH AND COLD DARK EYES
I PRAY THAT HER DEATH ARRIVE FLEETINGLY
BUT EVERYONE KNOWS A GHOST NEVER DIES
(C) 2011......Phreepoetree
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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