I be in dark when my eyes close
I be in dark when my eyes open
I be feeble, scratching over my scars
A disgraced attempt to repose
Phantoms were all my insomnia bore.
You can’t be shadows
For there are no shadows in dark
Neither angels for they lie afar
Thou are phantoms of my day
Sculpturing the memories engraved.
Resurfacing my solitude here
Whispering, “Thou cannot live in fear”
“How can be it? ”, I ask ye
Cowards! Then thou all disappear.
Mere illusions cannot scare me
I am afraid of what exists for real.
I’m freezing in my own fire
Phantoms! Thou now turn me tired
Take from me what is already yours
O tell me! What is thy desire?
One never begs on the door of a thief
I am one for I have stolen souls
Of men of destined fates,
I have left their hearts with holes.
Who asked ye to haunt me?
Every time the light fades
Who has this flame of revolt?
Buried me within layers of hate
Take from me what is already yours
And let me attempt to presume
The reason thou provide misery
To a miserable.
To pick up broken pieces of my heart,
And break them again, how are thou able?
Shattered hopes and shattered dreams
Guilt, misery, isolation and pain
Hatred, wrath, abhorrence,
Please come back to give me again
A reason for giving up
To impart my last breath
Life cannot be fueled by phantoms
In midst of hell, I ask death.
Take from me what is already yours.
Peace is so vulnerable
Among this ye come to me
Haunt me, and taunt me
Kill me, revive me
Then murder me again
Distort me.
Take from me what is already yours
Just quit intruding in my reverie
I’m enclosed within four walls
And I won’t ask to live free.
I can no more compose, so let me go
My phantoms! I discover in this woe
We are not distinct, I am thou.
How could I have known
A monologue I tell
I’m a ghost in myself
I’m a ghost in myself.
take what is yours, very good saying, true. I invite you to read my poems and comment and vote.
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I would like to translate this poem
Soon from the child, the angel flew away / A phantom arrived and it's going to stay that's my response to this lovely work from you Vartika. Keep dreaming in and out of sleep.