Ghosts
whisper your name,
and I'm haunted by the sound,
for it echoes in my mind
in ways that confound,
for I thought that I had
purged you
and left you far behind,
yet these memories
besiege me,
with intent much maligned,
but one day, I will forget you,
and your phantom
will leave me alone,
for never again
will I be betrayed
by a heart of
smoke and stone.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
