Poem of the day :The unhappy ghost by Gideon Nwaikwu

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---- unhappy ghost- -----

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  Your grief had poked life to the rib.,
thou impatient disgruntled ghost!
be content with your quiet crib.
Ophelia, ophelia,   rest!

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i  trouble none, i strove with none
i seek but justice to my death.,
the tomb you called my crib is lone.,
And full of worms,  dark poet! .,

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Life was cruel, and harsh to you .,
Ophelia,  accept your fate!
The sad world already  said  adieu!
To you,  ophelia rest!

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She cried,  her tears were ghostly gold. ,
she shook in agony. ,
dear poet,  what will life hold ,.
To him that murdered me?

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thy Murderer's got a bag of gold. ,
Ophelia,  understand! .,
Justice to the rich is sold,.
be still and sleep, my friend.

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Betimes she sings from her grave..
Betimes she dances with the wave, ,
 Betimes she weaves entwine  the cloud  ..
Like a sadness in the sky,

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Betimes, complaining to the moon. ,
a beauty  fled too soon. ,
And oh! the sorrows of her death. ,
Passed heavily through my heart. ,

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Though faintly i do hear her voice. ,
in summers  lushly noise
Faintly drift atimes on air, .
Ophelia's  perfum'd hair.

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Often in a mammoth crowd. ,
Ophelia's face appear.,
Or often from aback i hear. ,
Ophelia's steps aloud ! .,

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And soon after her ghost was gone.,
her memories settles still,
  trapped within my tranquil ink,.
 Within these  lines of  mourn?

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   Ophelia's unhappy ghost
        G(nwaikwu)