Ghosts linger

Ghosts linger

 

In the corners,

In the shadows,

In the edges.

 

Fragments of memories of shadows.

 

They cling.

 

They tug.

 

They wail,

Soft and low, a whisper in the dark.

 

Ghosts grasp with desperate fingers,

Held and holding,

A chained moment of choice,

Chains sunk deep in unremembered memory.

 

Ghosts drag,

Like anchors of cold fog,

Weighting each step.

 

 

No more.

 

Begone ghosts.

 

I release you.

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