Ghosts Inside Me

Ghosts Inside

They lie in wait in the silent dark deep.

Then into my thoughts they silently creep,

In my subconscious they play their games,

Digging up memories, igniting my flames,

They slide down my slides and swing on my swings,

And rumble and tumble through all of my things,

They are happy to share in my spurts of gladness,

But particularly productive in my fits of madness,

They sometimes can drive me to fits of rage,

Then magically appear as words on my page,

The ghosts inside me full of might,

Stealing the pages upon which I write.

© DiAnne Ebejer



About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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5 Responses to Ghosts Inside Me

  1. thefeatheredsleep says:

    YES! I love this SO much!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. HI Diane, really nice! I look forward to reading more and sorry I haven’t been by sooner, but a lot going on in my life lately… please excuse me =D

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