All the sorrow and all of the pain
Confusion lives a life of it’s own.
Secret sounds from an empty room
Gracie’s ghost wanders on alone
Down the hall and up the stairs
Desperately crying out in loneliness
What she sees she just can’t understand
Gracie’s ghost wanders on alone
All the madness of her bourgeois life spent
Separation is the burden she now carries
Relent this life and move on from here
Gracie’s ghost wanders on alone
From this house, from this hell she will be spared
In the light released from the dark shroud of memories
A new life waits beyond these walls
Gracie’s ghost wanders on alone
Beyond the shadows of years gone by
Married to the disease misery adheres
life is pain heaven waits
Gracie’s ghost wanders on alone
Where she goes the path is hers and hers alone
Throw down the stone and be gone from here
Fly on gracious winds and find the way
Gracie’s ghost wanders on alone
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J.H.Byron-Nuel (
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Ghosts hold two juxtaposed images for me: the spirit that can not rest and is prisoner between life and heaven and the image of memories that haunt the living. A more panphysicism view would be another level of conscious existence. In any case this ghost remains.
Thank you so much for reading my poem. I wrote it many years ago. I based it on the natural things going on in my home at the time and the supernatural things that is fun to think about.
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