INK-STAINED MEMORIES by Bhengu SS

I write from the heart,
NO! Voices whisper, the ghosts of my mind,
A chorus of secrets I dare not sing,
I act as a ghostwriter, penning down the words they say,
I write with a quill of shadows,
The ink of my heart a dark stream.

I write from the heart,
NO! It's the shadows that stalk me, creatures of the dark,
Footsteps in the night, a breath upon my neck,
They act as shadowy souls with their ghostly presence,
They haunt me whole.

I write from the heart,
NO! It's the man that lurks behind the door,
Tiptoeing into my nightmares,
A ghostly...