Poem: HAUNTED

By Wednesday, November 23, 2016 3 , , , , Permalink 0

Restlessly I stir,
Hearing voices
Undeterred,
They refuse to be silenced,
They demand an audience.

You miss him,
They whispered.
You want him,
They taunted.
Stop denying.
Stop lying.

They are so right,
I am losing this fight.

Yes, I want to feel his breath
Caressing my brow,
I want to inscribe my poetry
On every inch of his skin,
Feel his entire being heat up mine,
Rising and falling as One.

How can my heart
Yearn for someone I’ve never met,
How can my body
Crave for the warmth I’ve never had,
Is this a ghost of my imagination?

What is real or fantasy?
I can no longer differentiate.
As day unfolds into night,
I am bewitched, bothered,
And bewildered.

My will is waning,
My mind is reeling,
The longing never stops,
The haunting continues…
Do I wake or sleep?

~ SMT

Being Afraid Is Human, But Staying Afraid Is A Choice.

3 Comments
  • robert low
    November 23, 2016

    I like how you turn a poem that is easily a ” reality” into ” haunted “. Great imagery and emotion. This is really good cuz it shows that desire, love never dies! Thanks for sharing.

  • namelessneed
    November 23, 2016

    I truley enjoyed your work here (I’m pretty sure I’ve enjoyed it before) It reveals & tells a passion many of us encountered and wrestled with. (the good kind of wrestling, not without pleasure) It’s a bit of a clche’ but Thanx so for sharing. g.r.
    We wait.

  • Adam
    March 9, 2017

    You can never own a person, you share your live with him/her