A poem

I argued with your ghost as I walked along
even though I knew you were dead,
imagine the cruel diocese looking on
and imagine what they would have said! 

I shouted you down although you were dead
and I told you what you did wrong
but then I lay on the stone and rested my head
and slept under the stars like in time long gone

For the first time, the nightmares never came
the horror wouldn't break through
and I slept there peaceful under the stars
without any dreams about you

The nightmares have stopped but the nightmare remains
so would you like to put it right
and take away the terrible things you did to me
and give me back my life?

This is not about who you think it is about or what you think it is about.
But apparently some people have been mistakenly kicking up a fuss recently.