Due to my shortage of new poetry, here is a poem I wrote several years ago:
Am I to blame
Letting you enter
the secret room inside me
like a ghost watching you capture
the screaming voice who owns me
slowling taking you over
oblivious of my obsession
blindly allowing my captureof the tender heart inside you
like a prey unaware
I held the keyto all this turmoil
that could have been the end
I must be to blame
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I wonder what exactly you mean by the "ghost" that metaphorically captures someone's heart. It is a great poem that lends itself to a lot of thought. Great work!
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http://dannysignifyingnothing.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-story-1-google-yahoo-merger.html
"Like a ghost" - invisible, undetected, watching but not involved, not interfering, separating myself from what I see myself doing...it can also be that I feel I have died - there was a lot of emotional pain in this experience - also freeing myself from human responsibility and boundaries...
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