I feel my thoughts
Pull at my limbs
Like a ghostly child
Nagging for sweets.
They are there, hovering
Not in my head,
Not current thinkings
But the after images
Of yesterday’s mind.
An entity, unknown
Not quite there but
Not quite gone.
The remnants of a nightmare
That stays the next day.
Do I invite it back in
To console and calm it,
Or do I attempt exorcism?
It scares away sleep,
Banishes hope.
Leaves me alone with it
Empty.
Hey, good evening. I wanted to say I really like this poem. It reminds me of friends who live a life of continuing struggle but they are still here. Thank you for this. I want to showcase this on my poetry corner. I will reblog this post on my page so others can read more of your work on your home blog. Again, well done.
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Thank you so very much. I appreciate your comment x 💜💜
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No worries. I really enjoyed your work.
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Reblogged this on KG Bethlehem and commented:
Good evening everyone and welcome to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week a very insightful poet name CatTea wrote this piece that is definitely heartfelt (well at least to me) of the human condition. The name of this poem is called “Yesterday’s ghost.”
Please visit CatTea’s blog and read more of this writer’s work.
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Thank you ☺️☺️☺️💜💜
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