Snake.

Ghost

Ghost

Your ghost, it rattles in my heart

Though chains are broken, rent apart

I'm told a residue remains, imprints, bruises

Leftover pains.

Why do you keep haunting me

When from your coil I broke free?

It's said to dance that it takes two

But for your gall I can blame you.

Lead with left, then spin to right

To follow you I lost my sight.

Enchanted by your wicked spell

For the truth you failed to tell.

I stumbled, crept, in supplication

Accepting mental fornication.

Where you're on top and I am under

What is it that's rent asunder?

All the future ideation

Naught to do with my creation.

So should you haunt me in the future

I'll have sewn that final suture.

For that part of wound so still agape

That it invites another rape.

I don't think that I'll be there

Laying me so raw and bare.

There is so much I have to do

Alone, without the ghost of you.

So when you come to haunt me now

To your lead I will not bow.

So ghost begone and stop your prattle

Leave me be for my own battle.

© Grapher May 2012