Shadow Of A Ghost

Shadow Of A Ghost short poem

Have written a million words

still there is want for more,

have wandered a thousand miles

still no destiny in sight.

Each day pegs a new hope

some of it denial,

some of it pure hope,

struggle to keep my sanity

fails me at times.

There is life and love beyond lucidity

so I like to believe,

the smoldering bars keep me captive,

scare of burns keeps me in check

scarred beyond recognition,

I try to find myself in mirror

witness I do, a shadow of a ghost..

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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