"The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils."
~ Lorenzo from Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice (V, i, 83-85)
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils."
~ Lorenzo from Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice (V, i, 83-85)
The Haunting
Friday, August 14, 2009I am a ghost.
Floating through life is -
a dream
a curse
a memory that one wishes to forget
I blame no one, and yet see the faults of everyone
In that one fleeting moment
When my life flashes in front of my eyes
And I realize -
I
am
alone.
And suddenly, all too quickly,
Just when my life finds its way, its color
It strikes again:
I am my own ghost.
I haunt the chambers of my mind, my heart,
My body -
And I cannot face the past that haunts me.
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