Chasing the Devil
Ghost Walk
Is this poem about you?
I haven’t decided yet
It changes from time to time
Lust and desire – to angry and hate
The bridge burns slowly from side to side
Lovely thoughts—grow pictures on sunny days
Dark shadows appear in the sky—
My heart starts and hateful fire other days
I walk the outskirts where the brush grows wild and high-
I look to the forest -deep dark and wide-
I turn to the valley-over grown and dry
Feelings die slowly—I close my eyes
You vanish from my thoughts lay in decay
No, this poem is about me—on a long walk home
I’ll sleep good tonight –
On a soft pillow of white
Thanking God, I am alone
William J Breen Jr 12/26/2020