Undeniably

in #poetry7 years ago

Whatever stops me
is right here
underneath my chest
undeniably
holding a grudge
unidentified
the ghost of failures past
neutered, cold, bitter,
judging post factum
and a priori
everything around him

befriending him
would mean
something
to me
not to him

in the end
i'm a host
to a ghost
in the city of daggers
with a decade
behind my shoulders
folded or rather crumpled
so good to know
so good to not forget
so good
so sad
so him
so me

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XIX century gravure by Gustav Dore

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*My mouth is agape...with no words.
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