The imprints of an invisible world remain a mystery…
A Haunting - Poetry By Kaitlyn Karol
Isolated,
Paralyzed,
Violated,
Constricted,
Haunted
-- my weary heart, burdened and ill,
held in a prison,
against its will
at your gun’s point,
though it’s shooting blanks and still…
Admired, yet betrayed,
future good love
delayed,
all because of
you
Passion so black,
calling me to go back,
to a time I’ve tried to forget
and relish to regret
Your love
and its potential power
best-kept secret
hidden under ground,
like an unborn flower,
beneath the worn woodwork
and crumbling structure of an old building
buried in the planks of
a nostalgic juke box
spinning some sad old Patsy Cline song
as dark and stained as dried blood,
two hearts struggling to express
lyrical intent contained by a dam
without a proper flood,
sinister, ghost-slapped,
the hate
of such fate,
freeze-dried and heat-wrapped
before it sizzled
it fizzled and fried,
wry,
and you didn't even try,
without any reasons why,
so the heart remains
haunted
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