The Ghost of Me

Kevin Michael Bloor

Dawn is breaking, but I’ll not be

forsaking you; not now, not never!

For though today our ties you'll sever

Unbinding you for now, from me

From me, I know, you'll not be free

 

For when my bones are buried deep

within the earth and soul does sleep.

The ghost of me will haunt you still

beyond the grave’s cruel, craven chill.

 

I’ll watch you in the fading light,

a phantom, who you cannot fight,

nor drive away, for I will wait

outside your once frequented gate.

 

Until your children dressed to mourn,

bear you away one breaking dawn

In tears, for what you meant to each

now that you too are out of reach

 

Dawn is breaking, yet my heart’s

no longer aching; it wings its way to you

just like it used to do bled me dry

and left me here to die

Where with my dying breath

I whispered it:

I’ll dream until your death.

 

 

 

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 23rd, 2018 04:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: love poem for Lorraine
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 25
  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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  • Laura🌻

    Blue-eyed Bolla,
    I’m a bit confused in the beginning of your poem! Are you writing about the past? I don’t think it’s referencing to the present. I’m I correct?

    ~Laura~

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      I'm referring to a possible future where I die before my true love after she had broken up with me. I guess I was saying that in the afterlife I would be awaiting HER demise, so that we could be reunited . Thank you for taking the time to ask me. 😊

      • Laura🌻

        You’re very welcome!
        I love your love story with Lorraine!



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