Apparition Poem by Douglas Felker

An apparition, with dire grinning lips
manifesting while my heart skips
In its wake filth and mire tracks
gasping as I see beneath the mask
features that were mine formerly
though contorted gruesomely
an apparition of Vile sins in prior life
its knowing glare, piercing as a knife

'Grim specter of my past,
leave me lie, leave me last.
your cold regret I do not need,
I from you my Father freed.'

his response is thin veiled and cold.

'come see the wonder of my fold
you'll have great pleasure untold,
you have but ask it.'

'What you offer is comfort,
though it's a casket.
your offer I know is such,
for I have felt loves true touch.'

'so be it, but I'll be back,
I have what you lack.'

said he as he faded from sight
his grim face filled with spite
He'll return I know, some dark night
but he cannot stay, I have seen the light