Though I commune with more of the dead than those alive, I am still flesh.
In fact I'm only twenty two, still young and fresh
Yet I've experienced so many painful events in life
I feel the only thing I know are spirits and strife.
No pleasure to be found
No longer wanting to be playfully bound
No longer trusting a single person or sound
No one handsome enough is brave enough to approach
Oh but not all the creeps
They feel free to take nice long peeks
then somehow work up an obsession, to which they feel entitled to me.
Thank the gods for the darker things that follow me unseen
Ready to prey on anyone who threatens their tether to being
To the untrained kind, They can be quite frightening
Their messages are loud and clear like thunder and lightning
I had a moment of weakness today
One that didn't last long without a spirit's loud bray
I signed up for a site I abandoned long ago
After a heartbreak so great
It filled me with nothing but sorrow and hate
My profile was scant and that of a ghost,
this was my old haunt and I wasn't sure how I wanted it to go.
Suddenly I hear crashing, and the sound of glass shattering as it hit the ground below.
An ancient calendar balanced for quite some time now
Decided to fall and send the blue spirit pipe crashing down below
I stood shocked for a moment, then picked up the sharp pieces nice and slow.
I deleted the profile, and resumed my day
When the spirits give me messages I listen to what they have to say
This message was clear and loud in decibel and tone:
"You are never truly alone."
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A Priestess's Dream
PoetryPoems on religious, mystical, spiritual themes Warnings I have religious trauma so some of this might get sacrilegious
