Thought Catalog

Poem

Your whisper is like a ghost in my mind 
The subtle inflection haunting my brain 
Calling to me in the night
Each and every word dragging me back 
To the place I’m trying to escape

Hovering my soul inside me to let another explore,
And visit the corners of this temple I once bore,
Should I tear away my flesh or fill it with unknown colours,
The ones who visit this temple keep silent offerings, those tamed lovers.