This is better left unsaid,
Would  a doctor want this read?
"Growing old is not for jibs,
Your fluid tablets give us the blip!'

Internalised screams
Muffled cries
Your silent eyes
Your broken smile


Unspoken confessions
Raging anger
Your beautiful isolation
Your aching voice


It pains me to walk past you
Not saying a word
As if I am ignorant of what I have seen
As if my ignorance would almost make it disappear
Would it?

i haven't known you that long
so i wasn't thinking of what could go wrong.
i liked all of you verily
thought we'd be more than friends happily.

but you were a scoundrel,
one i did not know too well.
you were a fabulist,
deceit is what you always insist.

i guess i was just too naive
in you i continued to believe.
now the red flags are waving at me,
telling me to go and fly free.

With me, I have ghosts;
With them, I'm not left alone.
They live between these walls,
I'm afraid to feel at home.

They come near me, I feel them,
But they follow me through the door.
When I close my eyes, I see them;
When I want it stopped, there's more.

They come to say it all;
How they're not there, they're gone;
Only the unsaid, left to crawl,
Only there until the show of dawn.

I have these ghosts because I need them,
The void's too deep for swimming.
At least this way I lead them,
They go where I go; leave while I'm dreaming.

My ghost used to be real;
With flesh and blood under raw skin.
They remain lively still,
the warmest eyes, the coldest grin.

At times a fire burns in my eyes,
The room fills up with smoke from the flame,
Inhale - I'm free; Exhale - I realize;
I can breathe without saving air for them.

All the space is as much as I give,
They have power as long as I shrink,
The air I hold, they receive;
When I detach myself, they link.

Ghost are real - if you let them be.