Agony's Ghost Poem by Clinton MacDonald

There I sat to talk about days Long gone
My words just went on and on
But as the night crept nearer
My head grew much less clearer
So to my chamber I took my leave

Fast asleep at three o'clock
I awoke with pure shock
At my bed post stood
A man with cloak and hood
From behind the hood red eyes stared down at me

I could not see any lips part
As his speech began to start
'I once was a man impervious to fear
And yet you have become my scare.'
His words did not make sense at first

He continued on with what he had to say
'Before you fell asleep I heard you pray
It sounded like a bitter anthem sweet
How ever word fell in so right and neat
It was deep enough to raise me from my rest

'It seems agony has weaved itself within your life
Beating you down with all its strife
You see it was once my plight
To be granted everything neither fair nor right
So who are you to steal my legacy? '

My awe turned to disbelief
But not so much to my own relief
If in my life, all my dread
Would suffice to wake the dead
Then what is it that I have to live for

I closed my eyes for a moment to ponder
Why this man to me did wander
When I opened them, nothing in the room stood
But at my bed post laid, both cloak and hood
Beneath them well placed a note

The words began to read
'For me the world did not bleed
So do not take my last inheritance
Learn here now
Life's to short to waste on pity agony

~Blind Lamb~