ghosts

spectres from another life

lingering in one mind's eye

some are whispering whisps barely seen

some wailing banshees overwhelming in their discord

still some are horrific apparitions of no sound

I've seen them all, heard them, felt them

been buffeted by their barage of tangible nothingness

In daylight, darkness, it did not matter

I drank, cowered, slept with the lights on,

begged, did spells, lit candles,

to avoid, appease, or just be rid of them,

and all for nothing,

I was never alone,

yet I was lonely with them

and who could I talk to about them that would believe me

everyone and no one

yes fun around the camp fire

but branded as a loon the rest of the time

still they came, every where I went,

ceaseless babbling and manifestations.....

I know what it is like to be special,

to be touched by an unseen world.....

some people spend their whole lives wishing for such

I only wanted it to end......

I tried everything, and one day

something worked

A prayer.....that I still pray every day

I pray it is God's will that it all really is over

that my madness has passed

that my days remain lucid

and that the only ghosts that I'll see for the rest of my life

are the ones I carry within and allow to haunt my heart