Thursday, June 30, 2016

A walk with ghosts

I walk with ghosts
in this town of discarded yesterdays
where, in days past,
the past was abandoned
and the revisit
is dangerously close
on my watch.

I walk with ghosts;
I carry the spectre,
the sepia images,
the romance of former lives,
the forest of felled aspirations
from the dream-days of youth.

I walk with ghosts
along realigned paths;
haunted by the present
and a phantom future
served by automatons.

I walk with ghosts
and wonder
if I have been cut
too close to the root.

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