Ghosts in our head

There’s a goblin at my window

And a monster by my door

There’s a light in my pillow

Yet I stepped on the floor.

I can see some one pedal

And the moon is as full

While the Olympian swings the medal

The ghosts’ take a stronger pull.

Into the time machine i sit poised

It’s turns and swirls till it stops right there

Where the city is still as noised

And the decay is every where!

Sometimes I know I’ve seen it happen

Sometimes I think I’m just in imagination

Like the sound of one hand clappin’

It’s no pleasure to know I’m in hallucination.

The tape unwinds and unfolds my being

A question about myself is on the line

But no help comes to agreeing

Maybe I could have altered my design.

There’s a lot of noise I can hear

And many doors I’ve slammed in ease

It has lasted me many and many a year

None but slight things do lightly please.

I cannot run away and I cannot hide

The ghosts keep coming back

So I just hop on to their side

Ready secretly for their next attack.

“Get out” I scream all the time

And wonder what to end

I’m the burden of my own crime

There are ghosts in our head my friend.

-Adelene Coelho

About Adelene Dsilvahttps://adelenecoelho.wordpress.comIf you are in love with a writer, You will always live in their words.

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