Deep in the darkness of the morn they lurk . . . .


Within indistinct shadows of moonlight

They conceal themselves vaguely familiar

Blurred memories from the child’s mind

Seeping into the morning consciousness
Like aimless strayed sheep they loiter there

Their pain projected unto my inner psyche

The pain of the past replayed in the twilight . . . .


Dawdling until daybreak breaks their spell.




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Damn them ghosts

Damn them ghosts

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You pack a lot of emotion in

You pack a lot of emotion in 9 lines, sir.  Good stuff