Her ghost

At times I feel sentimental
In need of her touch
I feel so broken inside
In need of her hug
I search outside my window
Maybe I'll find her ghost
Then I turn to wonder into
The thought of what I have become
She stopped visiting my dreams a couple years ago
Maybe it's a sign
Maybe she wants me to stop seeking her
And start making my life right
But I seek her ghost nonetheless
Hoping to find some comfort
Some guidance in this mess
That I call my life
I stare at her picture on the wall
Her smile stares back at me
I miss her, oh God, I do
It's just how I feel
Oh, mother, where have you gone?
Why did you have to go away?
My dearest without you, I'm none
I have no place where I can stay
You went away and took my home with you
You went away and left with my soul
You went away and left behind my siblings
Lying to myself about my place
They take comfort in my existence
Hoping I'd see the light
But without you around, mum
I only see the stars of the night
Hoping you're staring back at me from one
Hoping you're up there somewhere
Hoping you're in heaven
Hoping you're being treated fair
I crawl up into my bed
Feeling lost, lonely too
I place my arms around myself
Hugging myself and crying a pool
It might be my end
I might be very cruel
To myself that is
But it's all because I miss you
Oh, dear God, I miss you...

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