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Presence
Invisibly she follows me
I sense her presence on the wind
She is not one that I can see
But she whispers that I have sinned
She was my lover, now deceased
Still present wherever I may roam
My guilt is palpably increased
I tremble when I reach my home
She denounces me as a thief
A liar to the very last
A man who is a source of grief
A villain through my lengthy past
I know not why she once remained
Perhaps to spot clean my wicked ways
But she realized my soul was stained
And could be through my remaining days
She now calls me evil, and deranged
Words unforgiving at midnight
I counter that I have changed
And her voice fades with morning light.
I sense her presence on the wind
She is not one that I can see
But she whispers that I have sinned
She was my lover, now deceased
Still present wherever I may roam
My guilt is palpably increased
I tremble when I reach my home
She denounces me as a thief
A liar to the very last
A man who is a source of grief
A villain through my lengthy past
I know not why she once remained
Perhaps to spot clean my wicked ways
But she realized my soul was stained
And could be through my remaining days
She now calls me evil, and deranged
Words unforgiving at midnight
I counter that I have changed
And her voice fades with morning light.
Published 24th Feb 2020
Author's Note
No such lover, no such ghost.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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24th Feb 2020 9:03pm
No Lover, No ghost.....MOTHER-fkn Neighbors...I knew it!!!!
Great piece Crow, This turns like a dream, delivers like one.
The roll of rhythm rides smooth....Thoroughly enjoyed!!!
Great piece Crow, This turns like a dream, delivers like one.
The roll of rhythm rides smooth....Thoroughly enjoyed!!!
My neighbors are always an inspiration. This is where I vent. This ghost, though, is an entity unto herself. Kind of a mosaic of those that plague me, if that makes sense.
So glad you enjoyed this, souladareatease!
So glad you enjoyed this, souladareatease!
24th Feb 2020 9:21pm
Neat mosaic ...good neighbors are rare-Good they're gold.
The mesh mosaic comes across complete-worked very well.
The mesh mosaic comes across complete-worked very well.
24th Feb 2020 9:44pm
Your imagination had me thinking this was possibly truth! I'm pretty sure I recall a story about the presence of your sister with you at times. I also echo the thoughts of the person above. Great write, crow!!
24th Feb 2020 9:58pm
You have a good memory. I did write a serious one about my sister. I meant the humor in this to kind of sneak up on you. So glad you enjoyed this, Pandora!
25th Feb 2020 00:58am
25th Feb 2020 2:00am
This poem made me think of a couple who one overdosed and perpetually haunts the survivor as he/she continues to live an undesirable life . Great piece
25th Feb 2020 2:33am
Greetings,
That piece is a beautiful romance... I over love it.... keep it going!!!
That piece is a beautiful romance... I over love it.... keep it going!!!
25th Feb 2020 7:25am
I absolutely love the rhyme scheme here and can really feel as if everything that is happening is real. Feeling as if something is there haunting away at you, almost like another version of yourself judging you from a far.
25th Feb 2020 10:36am
26th Feb 2020 00:16am
Holy rolling shit-storm that's good Lenore form reborn. This one just creeps through the lines, something hungry
She now calls me evil, and deranged
Words unforgiving at midnight
I counter that I have changed
And her voice fades with morning light.
She's past listening, whatever lingers, teasing your head with ghostly fingers. That's what terrified me the most. The concept of "Too late"
She now calls me evil, and deranged
Words unforgiving at midnight
I counter that I have changed
And her voice fades with morning light.
She's past listening, whatever lingers, teasing your head with ghostly fingers. That's what terrified me the most. The concept of "Too late"
26th Feb 2020 5:03pm
"She denounces me as a thief
A liar to the very last
A man who is a source of grief
A villain through my lengthy past"
I loved this bit.
A well written poem, Crow. Complete in its thought and followed through to the end. The alternation of rhyming lines kept the movement alive from verse to verse. Excellent!
A liar to the very last
A man who is a source of grief
A villain through my lengthy past"
I loved this bit.
A well written poem, Crow. Complete in its thought and followed through to the end. The alternation of rhyming lines kept the movement alive from verse to verse. Excellent!
