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Geremia
Geremia
Nov 12, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

GHOSTS IN THE CLOSET

GHOSTS IN THE CLOSET

 

We all have our own ghosts

 

That haunt us from time to time

 

Hidden in small closets in our mind.

 

Fear of the loss of Heaven

 

The pains of Hell

 

Middle Ages in the twenty-first century.

 

Expiation for sin

 

Crucifixion  of the Spirit

 

Holy water and confession

 

 Deliver us from  the demons’ touch.

 

But hauntings of this kind

 

Never go away.

 

Regrets and memory

 

Emptiness and loneliness

 

Fear of the loss of sanity.

 

Shadows of yesterdays

 

And

 

The hell that others make.

 

I wish I had wings

 

Just like in childhood dreams

 

I’d fly across a midnight sky

 

And forsake all reality


Before the Ghosts come back

Again.
 

 

 
— Geremia, Nov 12, 2009

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MD

Mrs Dalloway

16 years 7 months ago

But hauntings of this

But hauntings of this kind Never go away. I loved that bit. What a very powerful poem. Liked the theme because i think its an issue that most have inner conflict with. P.S. typo in line 14, dont want a powerful piece of work like this to sit with a typo in it.
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 7 months ago

Thanks!

J.B. Longo-Geremia Will fix :) Joe
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 7 months ago

vision -like sheets of thoughts hanging scarily

How we know the fears and feel their potency most when we are in such a position as to bring out those ghosts to haunt our present, and veil our vision -like sheets of thoughts hanging scarily close to our eyes and blinding our feelings of safety and closeness to life. They are then so potent that they take form and are revised, experienced as strongly as if they were real, oh away with their negative sides, their positive sides we embrace and take to heart their encouragement. Fly across a midnight sky, is a most lovely way to flee in thought. Your Annuccia.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 6 months ago

The American Eagle has those wings

And all Americans have some of its feathers, they are there to lift us out of pain and sorrow, strong and noble, winging their way to peace, so I believe, and may that be the outcome of all our endeavours, as well as knowing yours my dearest Longobardolino. Love from your Annuccia
Seren

Seren

16 years 7 months ago

Dear Joe

I would love to fly across a midnight sky ... that just sounds sublime beautifully writen ... night and sweet dreams to you when the midnight moon flies love and hugs Jayne x x
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 7 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaThank you

J.B. Longo-Geremia Thank you , my Jayne. Keep well. I loved your photos of Australia and would live there in a flash. Joe
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lyz

16 years 6 months ago

Dear Longo

Brilliant. You are writing wonderfully of late and I am enjoying reading all. This is no exception, brilliant. Love Lyz. XX
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 6 months ago

Thank you, my Lyz

J.B. Longo-Geremia The dopamine made me do it .LOL It is hit and miss with my poetry. I have attempted to "purge' many of the "poems" from the site but have given up. The DELETE works rarely and takes forever. But, well... okay....I guess I AM brilliant. :) Love from Longo
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lyz

16 years 6 months ago

Dear Longo

Great poem and yes, you are brilliant. Love Lyz. XX