Ghosts of Yesterday

Ghosts Yesterday

Ghosts of Yesterday –

Yesterday’s steel, 

bone-cold,

 ghosts,

scathe

and scour.

 

Run, we must!

Escape, we will!

.

Nightly,

cruelty bares

its burgundy-

stained

fangs.

 

Flee, we must!

Hide, we will!

.

Ah, 

though enticing,

fleeing the self

has been an option,

never.

 

Withstand, we must.

Stay, we will.

(I this poem doesn’t make sense, it could be because I wrote it yesterday, when it actually did make sense. Thank you.)

Psalm 86:6-7

Hear, LORD, my prayer. Listen to the voice of my petitions. In the day of my trouble I will call on you, for you will answer me.

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15 Comments

  1. I like it, it reminds me of something from the ‘olden days’, or makes a little Shakespearian, something like that, with the bits like “we must” at the end rather than beginning. I agree with Wendi, too, it’s great with cultivating imagery, and a sense of urgency/tension too! xx

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