Tuesday, August 7, 2012


Out of the closet
and onto the page
words with no meaning
a cold, icy rage

Darkness to the left
storms to my right
no time to quit
or put up a fight

These ghosts of mine
keep circling around
holding me back
tying me down

Searching for truth
in these things that I find
playing with words
and wasting my time

From silver to gold
the sun travels west
shouting its tales
to a world still at rest

The night takes hold
and blankets my room
the day fades away
I cling to the moon

These words in my head
will recede with the light
back to the closet
just ghosts in the night

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