Ghosts
I wander through the corridors of time
Visiting the rooms there in my mind
And some faces I see again
A few that I call friends
Some rooms are like an old friend
And others feel like it is at all ends
Where do I linger most
In the places with spectral ghosts
Wanting to find why they linger
And to whom are they pointing an accusing finger?
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2022
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