Haunted
by ghosts
crawling inside my skin.
Used to feel whole,
alone,
now I’m crowded again.
How much time
do we wait
for the world to change,
when one day
can change everything?
Stacking up
my excuses
like furniture
before the door.
Somehow the world gets in
to bring what I’ve been
begging for.
There’s so much more
hope
than fear these days.
It doesn’t seem
to have anybody phased.
The truth is,
it’s the lie
that’s gonna fade;
and ghosts,
will be all that remain.
HG – 2020
