Poem: Ghosts of Flesh and Blood

Am I ghost that haunts itself

spirit lost, like dust upon a shelf –

am I real

or

ethereal?

oh for a day to feel

solid

real

not some strange creature

half concealed

are you there

too?

or are we ghosts of flesh and blood

that haunts

where living still?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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