POETRY

OLD GHOSTS

Can you look at them

or must you turn away

the scars from flesh to soul

you cut so long ago

Do I haunt your dreams

my broken body on the floor

the pain in my eyes as you stole my trust

does it bring remorse or still fuel your lust?

NIGHT SEA

He stares at me with eyes of obsidian

yielding nothing

urging me to look deeper

the wind whispers my name

as water caresses my feet

I glide through the waves

lulled by undulating motion

eyes closed, I drift further

until I'm pulled down

into the roar of His laughter

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