Poem #9 : Ghost

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I am a ghost.

Just a distant faded memory.

They no longer remember me now;

They easily forgot what they did to me.


But I remember every single one of them.

Their every single sin runs vividly in my mind.

My blood boils at the thought of their cruelty,

My heart seeks for: Revenge; Justice; and my Lost Hope.


Twenty years have passed since then.

I had been serving the sentence for their sins.

Twenty long years is how long I got to plan and plot.

To get what I truly deserve.


I'm out; 

finally.

I go to each of their homes.

Slaughter them all; I'm complete now.

I hear the sounds, see the red blue lights;


A  shot is fired; it penetrates my beating heart;

I see black.

My heart falters then falls; I stop breathing the sinful air of Earth.

I am happy.

I am a ghost now.







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