Before All Hallows' Eve,
and your ghost
chills my bones,
I weave incantations
and cast spells to atone
for the wrongs
in my life, and the
debts that I owe—
I can't hide them from you,
for I know that you'll know—
and with the promise
of winter,
as Samhain draws near,
I will welcome you in,
and wait for your spirit
to appear.
Fragments
By JSextonWrites
Poetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Ins... More