She would sit hunched,
Every night.
Ever watchful
Of Ghosts
Lurking behind shadows.
Waiting patiently,
Every night.
Adamantly keeping open
Drooping, heavy eyelids,
Ears tuned to whispers from the unknown.
She would fall into an abyss
Some nights,
Of sleep, so overpowering
He would then appear
In her dreams.
Caressing her gently
At night…
His touch, cool and tender
on her hot forehead.
But when she awoke, startled
She would find darkness
Every night!
And then she would wish for
An apparition, even frightful
Of the ghost of her lover!
For ghosts,
Were more tangible
Than dreams.
(Girls/Guys, you know that I know a sh*t about poetry..but I attempted this on some sudden …ahem.. inspiration. Please let me know, HONESTLY, what you think? Does it seem, even from a distance, something like a poem?… Thankidou!)
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