it’s not an unseen breath that dusts your neck
nor the shadow in the corner

it’s the perfect moment you let slip
and the love that vanished through the door

it’s the creeping twilight threat
that plagues a restless mind,

the cold pillow in an empty bed
that whispers taunts of gentler times

©Anthony Gorman 2014

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4 thoughts on “haunted

  1. This poem made me think of my anxiety. My anxiety was always the “ghost” in my world. It would be with me, but I could never see it. It would touch me, but I would never feel it. I could look into a mirror and see the fear, but the anxiety would never show its face.

    Your post is beautifully crafted, and I look forward to reading more.

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    • I’m glad this poem resonated with you. I live with dysthymia, occasional severe episodes of depression and anxiety and even when I’m not writing directly about the experiences.. I am sure touches of it seep into everything I write. Here’s to the therapeutic value of written expression. Cheers and thanks for reading!

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