My Phantom Of Bad Deeds. Poem by Ayesha Tulkubra

My brain cells are dead and I lost my head.
Coals swallowed by me were blazing red.
My heart was targeted by a single dart.
I can't deny, It's an appreciable art.
All was lost when I opened my eyes.
Observed at last, no one was saint, no one was wise.
Even in my wildest dreams I never saw this demise.
A shadow seems to be on trail.
Last night a horrible chance it availed.
My own phantom scared me to death.
It crept upon me with a dangerous stealth.
I ran so fast in the graveyard full of weeds.
Recalling all my good and bad deeds.
They have grown to trees which were once just seeds.
At this point, I try not to stumble in haste.
And leave my soul to decay and waste.
So I woke up that night when my phantom fancied a fight.
I choked him to death and shove him off some height.