The Phantom Poem by Storm Paul

The Phantom



Insanity speaks to me,
As the floor creaks to me,
Feeling helpless and lost,
In confusion I am found.

The hallway spins
My heart deadens in life.
The Phantom grins.
My fear takes over.

I am but a slave of my master,
The specter in control,
My decisions becoming droll,
No life of my own,
Only the phantom.

There is nothing I can do.
The phantom came out of the blue.
Inside my thoughts and my mind,
My own life I cannot find.

What can I do to break this possession?
I still have my thoughts, and confessions.
But have no control over my profession.

Break the curse.
Break the spell.
Throw the locket in the well.

Who are you?
Who am I?
Is this really the way I die?

This is my mind,
But I cannot seem to find,
The way out...
There is only one way out.

My suicide comes in good time.
Simply giving up in my mind,
Is good enough to stop this rhyme.
Good bye.

The joke is on me,
This is very silly.
For you see,
What was fantasy,
Is now reality.

I am a phantom
Looking to control.
You cannot escape.
Your pain, my humor,
The more you try,
The more you cry.
Forever after, until you die.

A never ending cycle,
So sit back and enjoy the ride.
Soon you will possess the mind
Of your once beloved bride.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 02 July 2013

never ending cycle, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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