I see the ghost,
A dead man with dead eyes.
Is he a stranger?
Or a fragment,
Of a memory long lost.
Who are you?
I ask him.
Why have you come?
He seldom speaks,
About something,
Which I knew years ago.
I can say
That I knew those things,
But I remember
Nothing now.
He has been here
For several years,
Staring at me
With those dead eyes.
He speaks of things,
Did I forget them because of fear?
I know that man,
I buried him deep under the soil,
And deeper in my memory.
I buried him in the forest,
Then I ran and ran and ran.
Many years kept passing
Like raindrops falling from the sky,
I have known him all the time
For I have sinned and I am the sinner,
I now remember why.
I betrayed him,
Long ago,
I tore him like bread.
But now I fear
For I have sinned,
And have been trying
To forget him all the time.
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Fountain Pen
Poetry'Fountain Pen' is a collection of poems composed by me. Image source: Google and Pinterest
