flights of fancy

 

I believe the spirit I was born with

was borrowed from another

He is trying to claim it back

Each day my steps become unsure

I step off kerbs into traffic without thinking

Bump into people as though they were not there

Sorry, then bump another

The day may be bright, but

inside my head it is dark

Footsteps behind me, turning

to find only my shadow there

Am I being haunted by a ghost with no spirt?

Is there any way out?

AAAAA

 


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5 responses to “Flights of Fancy ~ Spirit Change…”

  1. I love this poem, Anita.

    1. Thank you, Robbie…

  2. Unsettlingly spellbinding.
    Shades of Poe, Lovecraft and Bradbury to name but a few.

    1. Wonderful of you to say that, thank you…

      1. My pleasure

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