The Ghost Of You
When I think of you I sometimes cry,
And it is funny because I don’t know why,
After everything you’ve done,
After all the bruises and war cries you’ve sung,
The thought of you refuses to leave my mind.
It has been ten whole years since you’ve been gone,
Ten whole years since I have been your pawn,
And yet my thoughts still play your game,
No matter how much time passes I remain the same,
A Fool. Someone who can’t leave you behind.
So Dear Father, know that even now as I place flowers on your grave,
This act of mine is not one to be brave,
It is the act of a person who lost themselves as a child,
To malignant fists and a stomach full of bile,
Who’s only solace now is a rose atop stone.
And as I leave this place, the same as before,
And drive my own body to the coroners door,
Know that that act is not for you to see,
It is the one thing that I have done for the younger me,
Because only in death can I find a home
Where the ghost of you will leave me alone.
The Ghost Of You Poem In The style of A concrete poem
The photo depicts a poem cut up into the shape of a flower, a grave, and a corpse. The flower is on top of the gravestone and the corpse is beneath it.
