Unappealing Unobscured

In time, the ghost will fade away. That's what
They do. The minds which make them tire,
And they lose the will to haunt themselves
With made-up beings. Mine grows distant
As I speak. The woman who I thought it
Was remains, but they've been separated,
One to go away for good, the other, who
Can't haunt me now may stay; perhaps
She'll also go. With no ghost left to hide
Her features, I don't really care.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-05-30 at 20:25

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