My Little Ghost Poem by Leah Ayliffe

My Little Ghost

Rating: 5.0


Oh, that little ghost of her
sitting like a sad little dreamer on the bed
looking through the window wishing on stars
praying to the moon to send a message to true love

Oh, that little ghost of her
crying as quietly as she can against her bedroom door
looking at the Neverland she made
sparkling fairies scattered everywhere
please Peter, I left my window open

That little ghost of her
waited like all dreamers do
for a hand to suddenly appear
and take her flying
if you could have one power what would it be?
to fly, fly far to somewhere new

Oh, that little ghost of her
so deeply believing in a soul mate divine
sending desires to the universe of fate
send him her way
even if untimely death and tragedy came creeping

Oh, that little ghost of her
thought he was the one, a shining star
he hurt her yet filled her with dust from paradise
promising true love behind closed doors
already broken, a beautiful deception she held onto

Oh, that little ghost of her
too confused by the chaos stirring in her soul
let him hammer it down, nothing is real
hiding behind a daydream gone sour
is this happiness? She's dying.

Oh, that little ghost of her
murdered in slow torture by her own imprisoned hands
too dependent on another
who faded quietly into the arms of a friend, or two, or three
exploding into something numb

Oh, that little ghost of her
along the way had turned cool like ice
had died by suicide of feeling, took a knife to dreaming,
wishing put her heart in a coffin
and painted a smile on her mind

her thoughts became a diamond
sparkling, dancing in the night
though sadness remained a dear friend
who grew entwined in mind
not for a broken heart,
but for all mankind

Oh, that little ghost of her
How I want to hold her hand
life and death are beautiful my young darling,
are one,
do not be afraid to shine around this cruel world

Oh, that little ghost of me,
once upon a time not so long ago,
a child, a kid who used to want to fall in love, one true idea
though I lost it long ago, tainted & bruised
I'm ready to wish for love again
feed me beautiful deception.

'cause nothing else has satisfied the hunger in my soul.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Feldman 28 August 2014

Remarkable poem! . Because, in my humble opinion each stanza can stand on its own and is a poem of beauty and grandeur in itself I have never read anything like it. To be read over and over again to capture its emotional and poetic stature and depth. A beautiful pouring of the soul, in search of..........Answers?

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