Sunday, 1 March 2015

The ghost in her

A deep dark hole
Carved through her granite soul
Fear of fears binding her, Fie!
An illusion which none can see

None knows what flows through her veins
A smile full of vain
An empty soul howling through darkness
Stands guard over her emptiness

Ghost of unknown fear haunting her flesh
Circles & whirls around, leaving her in mesh
Tries hard to get back her lost life and name
But the daemon is no lame

Her heavy heart always said "Why me?"
Ghost inside her always knocked
Only 'cause she had it hard locked 
And had thrown away the key! 


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