Ghost

I unearth the perished corpse,
Underneath this moonlit sky.
To watch the spirit emerge,
Of a being long gone by.

I whisper a bewitching spell,
To hinder its liberation.
But it flies away, mocking me,
As I question my vain action.

Why bring it back? I ask,
Knowing the answer well.
To be haunted, to haunt.
Afraid to suffer a farewell.

I run after it, possessed.
Aware that misery awaits.
I follow it across the cemetery,
Into darkness, through the gates.
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About Me!

To escape from the humdrum existence people call "life", I explore the jungle of my mind. A meandering path, with thoughts as my obstacles. I put aside the smiling face of my mother, snapshots of holidays with friends, lost memories of my childhood... All in an attempt to find answers to my branching questions.

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