sometimes i talk to ghosts at night
when i ought to be solving
algebra problems
occasionally, i even dance
along to the haunting, beautiful waltz
of heart, soul, and something deeper
i cannot say that i've befriended the monsters,
as they come out
when i realize
that it's too late,
and that i've fallen
into the honey trap
again.
however,
i dare say
that the phantasms are almost companions.
they make me ache
and weep and they
are the reason the cage
looks enticing at first.
but at least
they do not claw
and tear and make me bleed.
they are all i have.
there is not "alone," rather
there is only dangerous company.
funny how
they cannot be touched
and yet somehow destroy
more than anything "real."
YOU ARE READING
the shepherd's sword
Random[the things we dare not say aloud] the walls have faces, you know. the angels do not.
