Flickerings
A ghost of a chance,
a ghostly glance,
a stare.
do you care?
Oh how you haunt me,
not in my dreams,
nor late at night,
but when all is well,
when all is bright.
You look upon my outdated, frustrated,
character trait-less version of a body.
You walk through the vast halls of my mind,
you flicker in the sunshine,
but you cast no shadow.
Copyright © Gary Gene Linney | Year Posted 2015
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