I be in dark when my eyes close <br />I be in dark when my eyes open <br />I be feeble, scratching over my scars <br /> <br />A disgraced attempt to repose <br />Phantoms were all my insomnia bore. <br /> <br />You can’t be shadows <br />For there are no shadows in dark <br />Neither angels for they lie afar <br />Thou are phantoms of my day <br />Sculpturing the memories engraved. <br /> <br />Resurfacing my solitude here <br />Whispering, “Thou cannot live in fear” <br />“How can be it? ”, I ask ye <br />Cowards! Then thou all disappear. <br /> <br /> <br />Mere illusions cannot scare me <br />I am afraid of what exists for real. <br /> <br />I’m freezing in my own fire <br />Phantoms! Thou now turn me tired <br />Take from me what is already yours <br />O tell me! What is thy desire? <br /> <br />One never begs on the door of a thief <br />I am one for I have stolen souls <br />Of men of destined fates, <br />I have left their hearts with holes. <br /> <br />Who asked ye to haunt me? <br />Every time the light fades <br />Who has this flame of revolt? <br />Buried me within layers of hate <br /> <br />Take from me what is already yours <br />And let me attempt to presume <br />The reason thou provide misery <br />To a miserable. <br /> <br />To pick up broken pieces of my heart, <br />And break them again, how are thou able? <br /> <br /> <br />Shattered hopes and shattered dreams <br />Guilt, misery, isolation and pain <br />Hatred, wrath, abhorrence, <br />Please come back to give me again <br /> <br />A reason for giving up <br />To impart my last breath <br />Life cannot be fueled by phantoms <br />In midst of hell, I ask death. <br /> <br />Take from me what is already yours. <br />Peace is so vulnerable <br />Among this ye come to me <br />Haunt me, and taunt me <br />Kill me, revive me <br />Then murder me again <br />Distort me. <br /> <br />Take from me what is already yours <br />Just quit intruding in my reverie <br />I’m enclosed within four walls <br />And I won’t ask to live free. <br /> <br /> <br />I can no more compose, so let me go <br />My phantoms! I discover in this woe <br />We are not distinct, I am thou. <br /> <br /> <br />How could I have known <br />A monologue I tell <br />I’m a ghost in myself <br />I’m a ghost in myself.<br /><br />Vartika Pandey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phantoms-9/
