Molten Poetry

Let it burn.

Let the ghosts sleep.

We are unneeded
and only bring back
the painful things
that have ceased.

Awakened, they weep.

Ghost angel, I pray to thee,

“Grant me peace.”

But, please, the
peace I seek is not
the begging of
one that is weak.

I am not dead,
nor dead inside,
but the ghost in me,
pleads for rest
and the most
peaceful sleep.

Ghost Lady by Umiyoshi

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