The dead son, a ghost,
Haunts his mother, a host.
He whispers in her ear,
Her worst fears, he makes clear.
The mother, tormented and distressed,
Her son's spirit, never at rest.
She begs and pleads, for him to leave,
But he stays, her heart he cleaves.
The mother, consumed by grief,
Her son's spirit, a thief.
He takes her sanity, piece by piece,
Until she's left, with nothing but peace.
The dead son, a ghost,
Haunts his mother, a host.
Her mind and soul, forever lost,
A mother's love, at any cost.
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Compression, A List Of Poems.
Poetrywritten using other people's perspectives. I wanted to be in their shoes. So I'll compress my overflowing feelings and write them letter by letter.
