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He died a sad death.
But he kept coming
around.
He would not stay under
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the hard ground.
He would not leave me
alone.
Everywhere I heard his
pathetic moan.
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Everywhere I seen his
hopeless face.
Even after I put away my
black lace.
Up to Heaven I hoped he
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would go
even though down below
is the place
I thought he ought to
patrol.
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But, alas, to neither did he float.
Preferring to haunt me
and
gleefully gloat.
Late in the night.
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Early in the day.
Him always there.
Never going away.
What a fright.
Dead eyes
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watching me
in the night.
Never alone
but, oh, so lonely.
A dead man I could see
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but
could no longer
caress slowly.
A dark shadow of a man
that was no longer real.
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Like a deep cut that refuses
to heal.
He alone was dead.
But
he alone was in my head.
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I shut my eyes tight.
I fought him with all
my might.
He wanted me to cry
all through the night.
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Pleasure he got out of
twisting the knife.
Misery craving friends.
He could not
understand
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that his death was the end.
Still he is there
but
I no longer care.
I ignore his stare.
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And smile through the night.
I have gotten over
my fright.
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