Your Ghost Poem by chantelle ribeiro

How does it feel to be cruel?
An unfeeling thing
Selfish and ruthless
Murderer of hearts
What do you seek?
What do you see in the mirror
Do you wonder who the creature
looking back at you is?
Or do you lie alone in your bed
and grieve
For Love
For Friendship
For a little warmth to melt the ice in your veins?
Now it's your turn
You watched me turn away
and disappear with the Winter mists
You will be lost
Your memories will be torture
Your bitterness and anger
Your fate...
You will know at last
the meaning of abandonment
I will not rejoice
I will not smile at your expense
I am me
I am not you
I am the ghost
That will forever haunt your days