(For Emily, my Muse)
There is a ghost that once was alive,
A creature who crushed you, or maybe just lied.
He carelessly treated your innermost needs,
And whipped up a storm, now that tempest won’t leave.
He’s round every corner and under the stairs,
The bogeyman waits in his best chosen lairs.
He’ll strike when you least might expect the attack,
And nothing prepares you to answer him back.
There’s never a trace on the maps of the weather,
Of where the ghoul hides, though I’ve searched them forever.
And when it’s all sunny and sky’s without clouds,
You still feel the bite of his chill thundery showers.
The terror control that he holds on your being,
Prevents me from helping, for only by seeing,
The shape, the form and the size of this brute,
Can I muster love’s forces to render him mute.
So please let me stand at your side some day soon,
And launch this dread devil to far past the moon.
His memory will fade, your strength will come back,
At last you will sleep, without fear of attack.
(08.10.23)
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