Ghosts of Mine
Uninvited, they dance
Inside my mind
Like Dali rapped over my synapse
Remnants of a love surpassed
Valued as a mistake, photograph
Dreading their return
I contemplate
Time spent unwinding
The Pain of lost ones of lost love
Tormented, as my mind unravels time
Images, Possess my mind
Of love ones left so far behind
Unions severed, in pursuit of bliss
Contempt of Priests, fiends, angels
and witches
Experience builds, as I ride my dory
The Titanic in the Atlantic,
reminiscent of a history
I loved once and sank like she
Ghosts of mine, resemble love
Ghosts of mine, Represent heartaches
and abandon
Ghosts of mine, tend to portray
Their gaiety compared, to my dismay.
©2001 Sean Moore
