Monologue Of His Ghost

Behold the satire of the greater fool
The advent of his ghost's penance almost tangible
For it warps and twist words at its leisure and will
Because only to the writer could it ever be real

Indifference, opposition, festers and dorms
And alleviates onto paper, in varieties of forms
The writer confides in his silhouette, his ghost, his muse
For it is thee only moment his iniquities come to use

It lifts his spirits like a chariot, drives him to his grave like a hearse
It's a divine blessing intertwined with a sinister curse
It open it's mouth and begins to say
" I'am forever, and yet here I'm stuck to this day

Reminder of your past, sovereign of your tomorrow, and voice to your present
I'am all, but not omniscient
My voice as loud as yours but never to be heard
For you are the cage and I'am the bird

Things like me, invisible and soft sounds
Help built your perception and all that surrounds
I hold your secrets, both pretty and gory
For your mind is Plato's cave and I both the prisoner and it's allegory

Don't mistake my candor as just idle hubris
Because I know only through you do I truly exist
I await the day that I'm bold, iridescent, unbound
For then I won't be invisible or just another soft sound."


The ghost's monologues allude to self righteous remedies
For only it's beholder can see its sublimity
The writer puts down his pencil for he's had enough
Often he forgets the belligerence of his conscience can be more than rough

The ghost become mere echoes reverting back to the deepest parts of his head
As he calls it a night and goes off to bed
He mutters "you say you're a prisoner and exist only through me
So why am'I the one yearning to be free?"

Reviews

[Darruesh Eetraydes]

Wow! While reading this i could just image an faint image, standing behind the writer while he works. Then slowly becoming nothing as the writer puts down his pen, waiting to appear again. Hoping for of a foothold within a world that isn't obtainable. Deep little brother

[SOUL LESS]

Nice...had to re read it, just to be sure you what you were getting at. Keep up the great job. You can be a real writer. You broke the mould, the convention a couple of times, especially at the end. That shows you have depth and imagination. Not many can do it.
Cheers!