By Robin Trent
There’s a ghost of a man
Who lives in my soul
A man that doesn’t exist anymore
Hardened by years of pain and regret
With emotionless eyes dull and lifeless
Each swell of love met with grief
For a lover who cannot be redeemed.
Wisps of memory frozen in time
Vague promises of a love long forgotten
And a cruelty that rules in its stead.
Closed heart meets closed fist
Raised against the morning light
And tears that will not be shed.
A mockery of injustice
A mind that no longer comprehends
A soft touch, a warm gaze, a gentle kiss.
Distrust like barbed wire
Constricts the heart and
Fires the soul to destruction.
Fear leads to desolation
Solitude a welcome respite
Safety in ONEness
Tormented by a ghost that
Haunts my nightmares
And only leaves upon awakening.