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Angelic Ghost

In my head, this Angelic Ghost
Has taunted me with thoughts,
About my heart being just a host
For your parasitic shots.
Your selfishness has killed me inside
And oh! it's making its way
To the surface to be a guide
For those hearts you've thrown away.
This pointless disease of love that bites
Has given me memories,
Another of these parasites
That no one else can see.
The Angelic Ghost is not the same,
Because boy! it opened my eyes.
To you it was only a game
And I was your second place prize.
Your only interest was revenge on the last
and your cancerous charm made me fall.
Luckily, the Angelic Ghost came fast
To pick up this rag doll.
Weak and helpless from the sickness,
I fell into its arms.
When I glanced up, I was lost in the abyss
Of its angelic like charms.
It held me up during my infirmity,
Keeping me in its mind and heart,
Always willing to hold me there steady
Determined to never depart.
I never noticed my sickness could
Be as contagious as it was.
For I drug it down from where it stood
And this killed me that I was the cause.
It said it had fallen for me
And what to make of it, I wasn't sure.
Everyone said it was a lying theif
Who took the hearts of the insecure.
While around this Ghost, my sickness healed,
Just a little more each day.
My feelings grew but my lips had been sealed
But like that they no longer stay.
Almost over the sickness from the fatal wounds,
It asked me to the dance on Saturday.
I decided to go and pick up the ruins
And throw your syringes away.
We danced in the moonlight 'til dawn
And held each other near,
But when I blinked my eyes, it was gone.
How could it disappear?
I then awoke and noticed I was still in a hospital
And an atrocious hospital gown,
And when I looked at the walls so dull,
It just made me pull my head down.
"How could this wonderful saint
Be just an amazing dream?"
This thought made me feel faint
And the feeling made me scream.
This made me realize, "Maybe I
Should take a risk once in a while,
To grow out of the shell so shy
And to always wear a smile.
The ones we love but won't confess
Won't always be around.
Maybe we should rid the stress
And tell the ones we found."
While this was running through my head
And my dream was on repeat,
Then eager doctors surrounded my bed
With one exception at my feet.
This figure at my now-purple toes
Looked utterly familiar to me;
And as my eyes began to close
I heard, "Come to me, I plead."
This voice was familiar as well,
As if I had just heard it.
Then it came to me as clear as a bell.
It was this ghost-like spirit!
It placed its hand in mine
And we floated away, so clean,
Glancing back at the now-straight line
Upon the ebony screen.
I'm sure I'll be happy with him
In this place no one will find,
Full of love to the brim,
Our hands always intertwined.
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Submitted on May 01, 2011

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Been writing since the eighth grade. Have a published poem called "That Boy." more…

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