Ghost of my past
Revisited, refurbished.
In the blink of an eye
Everything changes.
Wishing that you had
Stayed six feet under,
But also dying
To have another try.
Door number two
Isn't working for you,
But door number three
Won't work for me.
Can a dead past thrive?
Can a fading love survive?
WIshing you'd go away;
Hoping even more you'll stay-
Remaining frayed,
My visage's safely in its case.
Picking and choosing,
Walking out the door-
Bliss-filled fantasy, come back to me;
With you, my demons shall haunt me no more.
[4/5/08, District Competition]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a marvellous writes........