i'm haunted, by a living man,
and his dying memory.
He stands before me.
made of carbon and ether.
real and imagined.
once, his arms were my only solace.
his mind,
my only real home.
I heard once, that neurotics build castles in the sky,
and psychotics live in them.
it's true.
that big castle i built in the sky,
was for you.
You're welcome to keep it,
I'm not welcome there any more.
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Bravo! Outburst of the heart that shows you clearly the path that will lead you to freedom. It is so much the heart can take when vivid memories of joyful moments of yesteryears keep interfering with break away! Thank God you never buried your hope and now sound very strong! 10+++ Please, keep inspiring the World with your thought provoking poems! Love and Peace for always! God Bless you! ...