I have begun to see Phantom Faces,
They follow me, to my home, my job,
Wherever I am they will be close,
They torment and taunt me, no boon do they offer.
There are Phantom Faces,
On the floor, on the wall
They toy with me and laugh.
My wife says I'm mad,
My friends ridicule me,
I sit, shivering trying to escape reality,
But they won't leave,
Following me even as far as my dreams.
There are Phantom Faces,
On the floor, on the wall
They toy with me and laugh.
"Who are you?"
"What do you want?"
"Why ME?"
I howled at the wall, where the Phantom Faces sat.
They replied, simultaneously,
"I am your mistake, you are the fool who let me in, now I will not leave, you had the chance to walk away,
But you did not take it.
I am the Great Illusionist known by all and feared by the wise!
I am conjured by the Burning of Weeds,
And the Gobbling of Magicians' Fungi."
"I am a Phantom Face,
On the floor, on the wall,
I am your bane,
To which you have been sentenced,
Until you breathe your final breath.
You are the fool who let me in, and now you pay the price."
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Stories between the lines: A collection of Poems
PoesíaThe world is what you perceive it to be. These are short poems and haikus which I have been inspired to write by what has happened to me and those around me, giving you an insight to how I perceive the world around me. I do cover some self-harm and...
