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Ghosts from the Past

Tonight the spirits fly unleashed; released from limbo soaring free. Tonight the creaking graves unbind incarcerated souls and they flutter, like bats in the darkness, as tricks of light - a treat, unfettered. How many troubled souls are imprisoned in the living? Unforgiving, haunting, existing in the moment but trapped by the past. Mouths agape, eerily staring, and tormenting the senses like ghosts everlasting. Forgotten by day, but returning by night, out of sight, but possessing the sweating, clammy, bed-bound minds as they restlessly toss and turn, wracked with the guilt of misdemeanour and sin. It is the stuff of nightmares and troubled dreaming,of pounding hearts and laboured breathing; pacing feet, in corridors of blame so unforgiving. This is the terror of the living.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 1/13/2009 12:36:00 AM
Wonderful phrasing and imagery... compelling and provocative. Well done Helen! Best wishes, Keith
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Date: 12/9/2008 1:30:00 AM
Magnificent language and phrasing... pure poetry with nary a hint of the commonplace or of self-involvement. BRAVO Helen! Best wishes, Keith
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Date: 10/31/2008 1:20:00 PM
WOW. Helen, you are one amazing poetess. This is the darker side of real life for sure. Incredible expression. Disturbing truth. Your poetry blows me away. So excellent. Love, Shar
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