Ghostwriter

Ghost Writer.


How vulnerable
I am, 
Haunted 
By your presence.
Dreaming a dream
That makes me restless.
Walking the halls
In the lobby.
Disembodied without you.

Ghosted,
And mayby
Busted.
The spirit of
A double white shadow
Detected.
The semblance of
A total swap-file's
Scary validation.

And the ghost writer,
That secondary image
Appearing
On the screen 
Of my eyes,
Caused by
My poor or 
Bad reciever or 
My double reception.

Urging me
Beyond the covered way
But I am afraid,
For spirit is often
Interchangeable.
The spirit of a friend
For another person.
The legend that feeds
Or feeds on a human being.

How vulnerable
I am, 
Haunted 
By your presence.
Dreaming a dream
That makes me restless.
Walking the halls
In the lobby.
Disembodied without you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Kelly Avatar
January 24, 2024 at 7:38 AM
what a gutting final line. love the harrowing tone that is pervasive throughout this poem, i enjoyed this very much.
Kent Avatar
February 12, 2018 at 7:31 PM
Ghost or reflection the writer did well.
One Avatar
January 14, 2018 at 7:52 AM
Very deep and expressed very well..
Reese Avatar
February 1, 2018 at 7:00 AM
Thank you for your read and support.
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