personal elegies
i am haunted
i am haunted by
the ghost of the woman i
could never become
and i’m the one who
killed her i smothered her and
left her gasping for
air underneath these
sheets i lie upon each night
but there is no blood
and no evidence
of a struggle her body
rots between the cracks
in my ribcage where
i hold her prisoner no
funeral no good
bye just my silent
mourning i wear black in the
bags under my eyes
from where she keeps me
up at night you see my hands
are also her hands
maybe this is why
everyone i touch remains
unmoved maybe this
is why everything
i write becomes elegy
in memoriam
Fun fact: This poem was not originally written as stanzas in haiku. I wrote it years ago and just now started playing with format. When I broke it down, I only had to very minorly tweak some articles and add the very last line to complete it; otherwise, it was almost a perfect fit. I think it was meant to be.
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I'm a bit speechless. This was spectacular.
Love this one!