The Haunting
by Mathew Paust
Her face ever stricken by my betrayal
keeps its terrible frozen silent flash of recognition
emblazoned on my cerebrum
Many months I've worked
to appease my conscience
words
embracing the pain
penance
words
Yet the ugliness will not be denied
its mockery a cancer on the heart
a ghost tormenting my soul
Oh. I like providing the context for this. It could be anyone, anything. Each of us has our own tormenting ghosts. I love the description of the Eureka moment.
"a ghost tormenting my soul"
Beautiful poem.
Enjoyed
that terrible frozen silent flash of recognition...
Wow. *
Thank you, friends.
You captured his torture perfectly *
Well done.
Thank you, Foster and Gary.
Vivid emotion *
"Yet the ugliness will not be denied
its mockery a cancer on the heart
a ghost tormenting my soul"
Wonderful closing, Mathew. Good read.
Thanks, Emily and Sam.
*, Mathew. Fine poetry.
Thanks, David. Good to see you here.