POLTERGEIST
POLTERGEIST
A stranger to this life it seems
passing like a ghost
empty handed through your dreams.
You do not hear my laughter or my screams,
you do not feel my touch and brush away
like spider webs
my insubstantial schemes.
I sit beside you
you do not turn.
I knock on doors and windows
you do not hear,
and though I stand before you,
you stare right through me
with eyes both dark and clear.
Enraged I try to reach you
break glass, hammer walls,
weep with grief at Midnight
but you are gone
and I am alone
a poltergeist chained to this empty room.
Like a forgotten cup
on a dusty shelf
in an empty house
where no-one lives.
I am that cup
emptied of grief.
No hand reaches out for me.
No hand reaches out to me.
No lips touch mine.
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The Reverend Hellfire is a practising Performance Poet and an ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanists AND the Church of the Universe. For his sins he is also President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity Inc.,.
“Bow down ye Mighty and Despair!”
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Reverend Hellfire's Sunday Sermon 