“Ghosts”
My ghosts they taunt me from the sidelines,
Laughing all the while for my benefit,
If I could only decipher their words of advice,
Maybe I could unwind all these twists,
But they are so muffled all rambling together,
Their words and actions don’t register in my mind,
Hercules a pillar of strength is what they see,
Don’t they realize that their taunting is killing me?
If they would just shut up or go back to sleep,
I could finally be at peace within my soul,
I know it is my fault; after all, I am the one that invited them in,
I just never imagined they would stay so long,
And nobody ever told me how to get rid of them…
Written by Becky Illson-Skinner
September 9, 1996
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