The Shackled Ghost

POEM “ THE SHACKLED GHOST “ by Martin gedge © ( pin by Aray MarTina ) Caught between a tug of war of love and deaths desire A shackled ghost upon the post a roast to spit the fire Chained to the remains of struggled pains that I have led A rose to lie the dark so prickly sharp and petal red And like a slave that I must brave this shalow grave I fear A smiled joke this casket cloak to soak of every tear In light of praise a facial glaze to raise the eyes of god The devil digs a hole as deep to keep me in his sod This white of wall this dark of hall a door to call my name Upon the wind a whispered grin to welcome in the game To win or lose which way you choose if you refuse to go It’s not a choice the inner voice will reap of what you sow And as do life to twist the knife and siphon all your will The pain won’t stop until you drop the plot that gets its fill And of the priest a silent peace you must release your heart The very soul that once was whole now tearing you apart As eyes to meet out in the street among the heated duel One will rise the other lies the dying tries of you That draws the line the great divine between the time and space The devils deck will soon reflect who ever draws the ace …. by Martin Gedge ©