Living Ghost


United States
41° 10' 35.3784" N, 112° 2' 8.5704" W

Fleeing from the hurt
My blue sky turns to a darker night
Shadows crept from the horizon
Voices rose
Words sharp as tongues
Whirred like a thousand engines
I hear no tender talk
I sat lonelier than the wind
No straining to stop
I watched the hurt
Nothing I could do
I was a dried up voice
Like a ghost of a stranger


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