Ghost

I feel your eyes upon me.
Are you speaking from afar?
Are you hiding behind a name,
other than who you are?
Perhaps I've gripped some others line.
I gripped it all the same.
Leaving myself optimistic,
as paranoia fills my brain.

Will this ghost forever haunt me?
Into egg box covered walls.
Where fear leaves me speechless
and self pity learns to crawl.
Imprisoned with the voices,
that always say the same.
Bouncing back and forth.
On my knees I remain.
Crawling,
out of my skin.
Frustrating power surging within.
Blanketed, in red coloured mist.
Luring, to hard to resist.
Screaming out.
The conversations that I've heard
Contradictions, completely absurd.
Arguing and debating.
Clutching at straws.
Poking holes in some past flaws.
Breaking down, mist clears.
Remorseful, floods of tears.
Voices silenced, emptiness sets in.
As the search for my ghost starts over again.

by kayla
posted on 05/03/2008