Christmases come and go, but still
you haunt me, regardless of the season.
A spectre of my past,
persistent and all too seemingly real.
I've tried losing you,
created mazes within my own mind,
But there's no shaking you.
So I watch
The flow of your limbs and emotions,
each more confusing than the next.
Sometimes I feel as if our roles were reversed,
you the paranoid victim and I the mocking shadow.
Surely not.
So why won't this suspicion subside?
Because if I didn't know any better,
I'd say you were haunted, too...
By me.
Please tell me what you think
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all things seek each other out, you have that in you still whatever this shadow and presence once was has never left the inner workings of your mind.
I really enjoyed this haunting tale you told, thank you so much for sharing this poem.
I like it, I like it so!
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Thanks so much.
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You are most welcome and as I said it was a haunting tale to read.
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You'd love The Ravings of Fenroy.
But as for the poem:
I find it fascinating that prisoner/warden or torturer/victim relationships seem to form an intimate bond between two individuals. As if the warden needs to protect the prisoner, and the prisoner needs to feel protected. Perverse love.
But this, your poem, seems more along the lines of a buried history between you and an individual. When you see them, it's a reminder/identifier of the past. You seem to shift back to that previous state of being, that configuration of posture/emotions/personality that defined that previous "you". The present iteration of that individual (and you) can't help but be felt of as the previous, so much that you try to match the former to the latter and fail miserably at doing so. It's displacement of identity, both for you and them.
Ah, memories...
They have a habit of...bringing you back.
(Kudos, btw. I loved this one.)
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Yes, perverse is certainly the word in that case. Humanity stripped of all logic down to its most basic needs and drives.
And you are exactly right. The problem is not what happened but an inability to configure what was with what is. Two very separate entities/events and yet I find myself getting drawn back into the past. A persistent flaw of mine. I haunt myself, as I was, just as much as the old ghosts, and visa versa.
Kudos for your insight...what's new. Thanks for taking the time. Glad you enjoyed more brain food.
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I should tell you about a book I'll be writing.
Might fall under "psychological thriller", a series of 3-4 volumes...
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Sounds thrilling.
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Awesome write, I love the way you creatively used the spectre to signify that this person is always on your mind. You are very talented!
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Thanks so much! I appreciate you taking the time to comment.
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