poem 2

If you're a ghost then you belong to me.

You've cornered me through these corridors,
swelled within my mind.
Caught on that i had killed you,
blackened bones that you did not find.

I hid you in the mailbox,
the cupboards and the trees.
My haunting has just started now,
And i'm bought down to my knees.

I wept hollow horses,
into my hands salt water needs.
I'm begging you please, "please just spare me",
on my negativity that you feed.

How i've hated few sweet moments,
of the past i cant go back.
The future's rising uncertain,
and my pulse just can't keep track.

You know that i'm a guilty man,
blood is written on my brow.
Almost permanatly i tease the guilt,
weighing heavy, so damn heavy, ultimately heavy, in my frown.

If you're a ghost then you belong to me.

M.Hewitt. 21/02/10