Some days are mock sadness
A dropping of the heart
for no apparent reason at all
Quickly there, silently holding on
The ghosts reflected in the windows
stop and stare, as your heart lurches
in fright of what you fear you saw
the ghosts of memories past
the trailings of love unrequited
the dregs of unstrirred thoughts
But the ghosts in the window
staring, were never really there
Just streetlights, yellow and blue,
your own face, staring back mellow
Wish a wish on a star you've never seen
you pray that the hole in your heart
is just a passing phase, will glide away
The black mark beneath your chest
seems just as lonely as it ne'er was before
and you wonder, what was this feeling for?
© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2010
2 comments:
I enjoyed the message behind this, sometimes we feel pain from nothing and we fear fear itself. Our mind is in an elevated state of awareness and even our imaginations betray us.
"the dregs of unstrirred thoughts"
I really liked that, it is a good image, what we thought we forgot came back to haunt us like ghosts. I love your work!
Absolutely. Isn't it strange how our thoughts can betray us as our imagination goes on overdrive?
Awesome! I'm glad you love it! Haha, comments like yours just make my day :D
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