All But One, That One Is Me Poem by Mark Heathcote

All But One, That One Is Me



These ghosts haunting my body,
I've asked them all to leave.
They've all but decided to stop,
all but one, that one is me.

I'm a ghost…happy as I can be
who can I haunt - who hasn't?
Haunted took up residence in me.
Who can I haunt - who hasn't?

Superseded all I could have been.
Fleet birds, my uncharted friends
sing, render what heaven lends
all her hapless, feathered friends.

Now I'm, weightless I wish I was
anchored more to the shore
undefined a little less defiled
but yet, I'm still just a child.

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