Ghosts in the Night

January 8, 2020Life, poem, PoetryGhosts, Life, Marriage, night, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Duvet deep, traitor mind fishing worries
What if, why, random fears and wretchedness
Ghosts of the day parade
Surf past on a sickening tide, clasp at my heart
Until your warm arms exorcise

4 thoughts on “Ghosts in the Night”

graham mcquade says:

January 8, 2020 at 1:15 pm

Yep, it’s all in the mind – it’s the living we should fear.

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1. The Cheesesellers Wife says:
  
  January 8, 2020 at 1:29 pm
  
  Indeed!
  
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Betty Hayes Albright says:

January 13, 2020 at 12:07 am

Sounds like my nights frequently. Hard to shut off those thoughts. (Have found meditation helps….)

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1. The Cheesesellers Wife says:
  
  January 13, 2020 at 1:51 pm
  
  I used to meditate (at the end of Yoga lessons). I’ll give it a go again.
  
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