The Ghost of Me

10/08/2018

The Ghost of Me

 

I haunt the halls of this my former home;

Dreaming for the days before death’s visit.

Now empty hallways my spirit doth roam,

A shadow of myself on exhibit.

 

My chambers leave me saddened to the core;

Longing to hold you one more time again.

I feel like I cannot take any more;

And a frown now lurks where once was a grin.

 

Madness echoes off of the walls around me,

The pictures of our life before the change.

The fading memories that now surround me,

The familiar now seems to be so strange.

 

I miss you so much my once blushing bride;

And haven’t been the same since when you died.

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

Letting go never easy,and it always stays with us.

Excellent poem as always

[WILDERNESS]

splendid , too good and v v frightening indeed.........