There is a ghost inside of me
Who wills me to a crawl
Chasten my proclivities
To stumble and then to fall
Have you seen the ghost in me?
It steals me in the night
To chase desires familiarities
Precludes you from my sight
I know this ghost inside me
Pleasures only your pain
Promises in perpetuity
Now wither in our veins
The good in me resides
As memories portrayed
Reruns of episodes you mind
While you lay awake
Have you seen the ghost in me?
The sound of another closing door
Swallow hard the resentment suspending
Fetch your dignity from the floor
You do know the ghost in me
Witnessed me succumb
You have seen the ghost in me
So, what have you become?
Dark letters form fine lines of great imagery, well penned
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I would like to translate this poem
deep write with deep meaning... i guess almost everyone of us has ghost in inside us... a great share...for us to reflect...