Ghost Writer

The days seem daunting

As you allow the haunting

of the ghosts of your past

The only shadow that's been cast

on your future bright

Is the one of your own frozen fright

Looming larger than any life it knew

The fear inside you multiplied and grew

Until it wrangled your very soul

and you lost what you never owned....

CONTROL

 

Slow down

Saddened, hardened clown

No laughs from the theater in the round

For a clown clad in a frozen frown

 

Control, a fallacy

A mind messed fantasy

Distance, distress,

wife, mistress

Just one more fix

Hung upon the crucifix

of the fear hanging overhead

In full view above your empty bed

This ain't like the books you've read

 

It's your life!

 

Is the flow of your tale happy or depressed

Why don't you ask the fear..... repressed 

Working as your silent ghost writer

Never will your horizon shine brighter

Until in your own hand rests the pen

Perhaps I will buy your story then