Ghosting
Here comes his ghost again, clutching old fears
Haunting me while I strive for sleep
His guitar lullaby still rings in my ears
The cadence’s grip on my soul to keep
I sense his energy and start to cry
His sadness weighs heavy on my heart
He creeps into my thoughts as rest looms nigh
This ache inside deeply tears me apart
In the hush of darkness he lurks unseen
A phantom of my grief that has no resolution
Awake or dreaming, perhaps somewhere in between
I seek meaning while suffering in shadows of seclusion
He spooks me by his lack of empathy
His coldness sends a shiver down my spine
This incessant ghosting won’t set me free
Possessing all matter in this space of mine
He’s hiding, but watches with curiosity
My realm holds boundaries that terrify him
He manipulates my sensitivity with muffled atrocity
In his company I share a misery so dim
His ghost is covert and mute of reflection or care
A stark apparition I’ve always seen right through
His kiss disappears as a lost whisp of air
Carrying my spirit that perished as he withdrew
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