Ghost Of Who? Poem by Rebecca Pepper

These words wrap themselves around my throat
Barbed wire grows and they nurse a poisoned coat
Simple words that my mind cannot, will not allow
Make my eyes bleed dark and my head bow

These syllables, letters, rhythms and vowels
Around my blackened soul they now prowl
I know that these sounds are what hurt the most
But I beg you to see, these are the words of a ghost

They care not what has past, how many have left
Nor do they see what they do as an attack, a theft
But surly you understand the pain I now feel
Because of their shallow vengeance my mind reels

Why can't you see just what they have done to me!
I try my best to dispel their dagger hopes to be free
But somewhere deep down I know it's only a matter of time
Before they break down my defences and cross that line

Irony has the best ways to break ones entire being
It wasn't the ghost that I host that had me fleeing
It was the spectre that I fell so foolishly in love with
Now I have no qualms with giving my soul to let you live