A Ghost In My Attic

There’s a ghost in my attic
He reminds me of you

He speaks no words
yet rattles the chains that bind him so
tightly

I trapped him there
with my memories of you

The chains that bind him also
bind
me

Only I can free him
and as I do
I also free me

3 thoughts on “A Ghost In My Attic”

jasminesidhe says:

September 2, 2016 at 12:14 pm

I would comment but WordPress keeps bumping me off!!!

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Elizabeth Decourt says:

September 3, 2016 at 6:23 pm

Cool poem!

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1. Della McGee says:
  
  September 5, 2016 at 8:18 am
  
  Thank you, Elizabeth!
  
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