A Mind Infinite

Infinity: The Views of a Dreamer

Her Ghost In The Wall

Harboring an image of a spiraling decline,

restlessly she calls out in the night

Endlessly I hear the wailing of her tears and the gnashing against the walls

and when I looked up all I saw was a blackened stain dripping down as a thunderous waterfall

Her ghost it follows me begging for a savior,

but all I can do is hide beneath these covers in hope it disappears

Clacking against hardwood flooring feet echo their way to the garden as I lay silently,

these walls remain her tomb where she prays for an escape

Faintly I turn pale at the sound of the metal door slamming open,

dragging behind the motion of tapping feet a voice cries out for help

The truth is I know the man who did it,

but all I can do is cower against the wall placing my hands against it

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This entry was posted on May 20, 2014 by in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , .

Aaron

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