Foolish Ghouls

Mix these lines I’m a fool
to think I can make sense
of what people they want
from me from birth since.

Tragic is my story I’m lost
in a city I feel like a ghost.
Escape do the pleasures I
used to love above most.

I can’t make sense of it,
up and down I have tried.
I hurt deep in my soul and
I want to live while I’m alive.

The energy I believe that
has me carefree that I ramble
has got me in trouble before
so my feelings I don’t gamble.

Love is a word lost I’ve tried
to love blind in my mind.
Not looking forward or in a
past left for the dead to find.

Tortured I am and the dark
it closes around me for blood.
Heart has beat a thousand times
un-returned is all my love.

Go on I will with all my hopes
though mock do voices near.
I have not but my love for
the love of someone dear.

My soul is torn in two
or a million parts my heart
needs the touch of tender
hands to turn into art. 

The ghosts of the past catch
me and whisper please don’t.
But even they can not dispel my
rebellious spell I do what I want. 

2 Comments Add yours

  1. kristianw84 says:

    “I want to live while I’m alive.” – Oof, I felt that one. Well written as always! Hugs, my friend.

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Jester says:

      Thank you Kristian!

      Liked by 1 person

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