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i wish i could stop
talking about it
letting it out
[like skeletons you find in the closet]
i thought it would be better,
if i could,
once upon a time,
a time where i really couldn't
now i can't stop
maybe if i could hold it inside,
trap it inside,
it would rot and fester
enough for it to be
as dead as you are
but i keep exploding and there it is, shrapnel.
ghosts & ghosts & ghosts;
it's like a trail of corpses, i'm tired of the smell.
you're dead
but this isn't
i often wish i could be
you're dead but
this still won't leave me be
it never will
nothing ever changes
[even as everything does]
i still write poetry about this
ghosts never stay where they belong,
in the past, six feet under
i wish i could be at peace
please stop haunting me
talking about it
letting it out
[like skeletons you find in the closet]
i thought it would be better,
if i could,
once upon a time,
a time where i really couldn't
now i can't stop
maybe if i could hold it inside,
trap it inside,
it would rot and fester
enough for it to be
as dead as you are
but i keep exploding and there it is, shrapnel.
ghosts & ghosts & ghosts;
it's like a trail of corpses, i'm tired of the smell.
you're dead
but this isn't
i often wish i could be
you're dead but
this still won't leave me be
it never will
nothing ever changes
[even as everything does]
i still write poetry about this
ghosts never stay where they belong,
in the past, six feet under
i wish i could be at peace
please stop haunting me
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Well said