The ghost of me

The ghost of me

Won’t set me free,

As winter sets in

I see the landscape freeze,

You were my love

We were the destiny,

Into the night

We echo through time,

You are such a mystery

We cry icicle tears

That leave us so blind,

Still my heart breaks

And it’s hard to take,

The ghost of me

Collides in the cosmic wake,

Of a sad winter’s day,

As my life fades.

Published by fauxcroft

spiritually aware and compassionate. Experiencing being human through my conscious reality in an illusory world.

8 thoughts on “The ghost of me

  1. Again, a jewel man. Interesting imagery and the drop in the end? Powerful. Icicle tears had to be my favourite term of the poem. That is so thought provoking. I would love to have it one of my own poems if you don’t mind. I hope you are doing well. Peace ✌️
    Admiringly,
    Shanyu

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