Ghost

At night I am visited

By the ghost of beauty's past

Oh ghost, won't you let me be?

You were my lover, when you were living

But now your sweet words ring empty

They are a mumble, a whisper

That time has impaired

Your caress is but a memory

Of living moments once shared

Between two young souls

Whos love fell sickly and died

And now hangs like a curtain

Of which is born without pride

Let me rest, you lonely ghost,

When I close my eyes to sleep!

Why do you haunt me onward so

And unsuspectingly leap

Into my dreams and happy thoughts?

I bid thee a strong farewell.. or not

 Faring well I doubt you'll ever do

Out in the cold or invading my thought

You cause nothing but troubling muse

And I'll never be rid of these scars

Or the memories that taste so sweet

 Upon my mind, but upon my word

I will manage, I will compete

In the race, the chase, the capture

Of something better yet to come

 But I'll always love you, ghost

And myself, your host

Till the final rapture

Claims us both

Author's Note

Comments and critiques are appreciated. :)

Reviews

[Slevin Kelevra]

What I got from this is that you're plagued by the memories of a past love, something that didn't work out, and now you think about it at night. Am I even remotely close? Because I love this poem:)

[Alice Patinkin]

You are! This poem is one of the many fruits of a breakup I went through three years ago. :p I'm glad you like it!