Ghosts of Anguish

Ghosts of Anguish short poem

Will the ghosts ever lie down and rest

they rose from the anguish of the soul

in an instant of morbid pain

and they have kept him haunted.

He walks like a zombie

trying to escape the wrath they inflict

like true ghosts, they cannot be seen

but by the one who is haunted.

They concoct ethereal images of despair

string of events with cause and effect

the cause often misunderstood

the effect that doesn’t seem to heal

Tortured soul asking for reprieve

everything in sight,broken and shattered

logic defied by slew of perspectives

they show up when least expected

and draw the life force out of him

He is happy in a moment of ignorant bliss

and the next moment finds him in abyss

triggered by thoughts he cannot control

powered by mind he cannot fight

They dance around him

like long shadows around a bonfire

fire of his soul flickers

by the constant pokes from these shadows

and he loses the will to live

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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A poem with a lot of depth..good write!



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