Monologues with ghosts inside my head,
Memories resurrected from the dead,
Dreaded whispers into the pillow on the bed
haunt my dreams like a distant ship
barely visible through the mist,
Missed steps, trying to catch water with my fist.
Fighting phantoms and times past,
Moments passed but still remain,
Etched in stony crevices of matter in the brain : gray,
The perfect blend of black and white,
sends silent prayers to end the night.
Its light, a beacon. A call to arms
to embrace the embers and awaken the phoenix.
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E.K. Daniels
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
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Impressive and inspirational. Left a heart!!!