The Ghost I See, It Must Be Me

The Ghost I see, the ghost in me, it must be
the cringe from within, this curse for my sins.
Wicked ways I have enslaved the hearts of men
I’m the task I’m the lash, they fall, a heap of trash.
They came to loot! lingering sting tasting my fruits
a delightful demise! this demeaning was my surprise.
Bountiful braggarts brave my abundance, it’s redundant
so I sit awaiting my fate! with my ghost to contemplate.
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Published by Sandymancan

I'm a father, friend, and a family man, I believe in right and wrong, I understand the value of standing on your own. I have an iron will with a poet's heart, a belief in God is where it starts.

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