A Ghost

A ghost – a delusion or my senses being sore
My past kept haunting me as if craving for more
It fed on my fear, it grew as I ran
It made my mind mad and numbed my brain
It enjoyed my withered vulnerability
And turned my springs into rains
It kept agonizing me, engulfing me
Sometimes meeting me in my nightmares
Sometimes smiling at the sight of me miserable in the rain
It sucked the life of the water I drank
It made the fruits fruitless
It was my battle with it or my battle with myself
Ultimately surrender myself to it and then it wasn’t that frightening anymore
It loved me, it gave me solace
It fed on me and fed me too
I wrote stories on the ghosts it introduced me to.

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