
gohst-lee
A tapestry that sways;
rumbled by days
that clock and rock
away the quiet.
I’m ghastly;
hands clasped and
nerves masked,
wishing for an eventual peace.
Glowing with wonder
away from the thunder,
which subsides the
bricks that encase me.
I’m ghostly;
teeth clenched and
fears benched,
devastated by what I can do.
This poultice
throbs to a different beat
and the lightness rises
my cold, dead feet.
Just dust on lips
and taught silence slips
beneath the thin,
white crack of the door.
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