The Phantom (In The Mind Of Jack The Ripper)

Posted: Monday, July 13, 2009

by David Pekrul

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The following sonnet was inspired by the story of Jack The Ripper. Now, I'm sure it would take a very educated psychologist to really get inside his head and try to understand why he did what he did. I'm not that psychologist, but I do wonder what was tormenting him so.

The Phantom rises up to meet with me,
I cannot see his face nor hear him speak,
He owns my soul, no longer am I free,
He rules my nights and days, which are so bleak.
There was a time when I could feel the sun,
It shone upon my every waking day,
Now I'm a wanted man out on the run,
A time of quiet peace is what I pray.
But that is not a thing that I'm allowed,
I made my choice and this is how I'm paid,
The things I did, at one time made me proud,
Each time I killed a 'hooker' with a blade.
But now the Phantom lives within my heart,
And we will never, ever be apart.

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