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Like a Ghost

Deep within the darkened halls of my mind I search each memory of love not meant to be. Where love shone bright but now has left only tattered webs of pain and sorrow for me. Lost and left behind to wander aimlessly, to feel the viperous sting of what once was, now no more. To know of love's beauty and tenderness and passion between two hearts and all scars that it bore. Like a ghost forever to wander these empty halls whaling for love's lost memories day and night. Forgotten, forsaken this ghost with a broken heart, invisible, just an empty memory in plain sight.

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Doug Vinson

Date: 4/20/2017 11:46:00 AM

Mary, this one is different from most of your poems. Ah, that pain... In the end I hope time's touch is a good one.

Maurice Yvonne

Date: 3/16/2017 5:42:00 AM

Wow! This is really, really good. A brilliant write and a fav. Lots Of Love, armand.

Mary Hoose
Date: 3/18/2017 8:00:00 PM

Thank you Armand for stopping by once again and for the kind words and the fav and lots of love. :)

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/15/2017 3:05:00 PM

- Really nice to see you back, Mary - Your touching poems and lost love makes me sad - Best wishes and welcome back - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Mary Hoose
Date: 3/18/2017 8:01:00 PM

Thank you Anne-Lise for stopping by and your kind words and the welcome back and the hugs.Much appreciated...Mary

Vladislav Raven

Date: 3/13/2017 10:06:00 PM

Hi Mary,there is no way i ever wanted you to feel this way and i do apologise for it. One does not hide from the truth of ones actions. Not much else one can do really. You were never invisible to me. Love always....Mike. XX A seven and a fave, so i can look at it and see what a thorough going barsteward i can be.

Mary Hoose
Date: 3/14/2017 3:15:00 PM

Mike you really didn't need to write an apology. Past is the past right? My heart is healing and we are fine I promise :) Love always...Mary xxx

David Pekrul

Date: 3/12/2017 11:39:00 PM

All those commenting here have said it all. What I will say is that you have expressed your feelings in a very poetic way, using all the right words and phrases.

Mary Hoose
Date: 3/14/2017 3:02:00 PM

Why thank you kind friend for the lovely visit and ever so wonderful comments.I surely do appreciate them .It was right nice of you to stop in.Big country hugs and smiles to you... :) Mary

Shane Cooper

Date: 3/12/2017 9:51:00 PM

Hey there my dear friend, You have been missed here on PS. I hope that your sad words do not reach into your life. Always remember you have friends here that care. hugs Your friend Shane xxx

Mary Hoose
Date: 3/12/2017 10:44:00 PM

Ahh sad to say but they do Shane my dear friend.Thank you so much for your lovely visit.So wonderful to see you ! Big country hugs and smiles to you always...Mary xx

Paul Callus

Date: 3/12/2017 9:20:00 AM

Welcome back, Mary Jo:) It was a pleasant surprise to see this new post of yours. Reading the sad content, of lost love and passion, cannot but touch our heart; I hope you are well and taking care of yourself. Warm regards // paul

Mary Hoose
Date: 3/12/2017 1:23:00 PM

Thank you so much Paul for your kind words and visit.They are much appreciated.Big country hugs and smiles to you always...Mary

Vladislav Raven

Date: 3/11/2017 5:43:00 PM

Hi Mary, it is good to see some work from you again on the soup. Such a sad poem you lay before us. It is a terrible thing when a deep love does end. Some of us may never find such a love and yet some of us will. t is sad you feel like a ghost with a broken heart. Maybe one day the heart will heal and the ghost shall become real once more. Time itself can heal many wounds, believe me, i know. A day at a time Mary, a day at a time. Love always....Mike. XX

Mary Hoose
Date: 3/12/2017 1:28:00 PM

Ahh Mike darlin' such is life I'm afraid.Sometimes things happen that leaves ones heart broken and leaving one to feel as a ghost left to wander through life alone and unseen. XX Mary