Ghosts
What does it require to wake up and face life again
After damages and abuses keep my soul all stained
Swirling around me is a tornado hauntingly distressing
A tornado in which ghosts thrive, to keep my misery abounding
It is almost as if I am forbidden
To enjoy the apples of Earth's temporary garden!
Poetry, thankfully, healing, soothing and rejuvenating, keeps me going
Hopeful and expecting for more inspirational heightening
Pray, I guess life in this mortal plane is simply as it is
Meant never to complete us, meant to keep us in unease
Have I learnt and accepted that here, one never begets all that one wills
Yes, pray, a motto I have made mine own, so that my ghosts do meet with kills!
30 Dec 2016
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