Haunted

Haunted

Solemn stares from recent dead occupy the now
drifting past the threshold of despair
alone, I ponder what their eyes are saying
fast and loose, beyond abuse, without quite knowing how,
bringing dreams of what they cannot share
but leaving silent clues that are dismaying

howling winds in raucous chorus signify their might
blowing ash with utter disregard
indifferent, I contemplate the waste
here and there, most everywhere, long into the night,
until my mind begins to tremble hard
and reason becomes food beyond my taste

callous truth ensorcels love with morbid fantasy
etching lines of pain upon the flesh
reeling, I am now beset by fears
a twisted grin, a knot of sin, a cry of ecstacy,
all of this conspires to enmesh
my very heart without the prayer of tears

discerning spirits pester those with whom they wish to speak
words unuttered in their time on earth
listening, I learn and comprehend
a secret told, a vision bold, that leaves the soul quite weak,
searching for the reason of its birth
yet knowing such a search will never end

C. Lon R. Bruso