We are Ghosts here in the darkness
You can’t see, but we see you
Quietly waiting in the stillness
Mingling shadows in evening hue
Weighing on your conscience
A thought caught up, inside your head
Memories of past experience
Moments of unrelenting dread
Though you run, you can’t escape us
We are the shadows on your heals
The reflection avoided at all costs
Your denial that we’re real
We will remain, regardless
You will never get away
Your efforts do not harm us
Our tasks will never sway
We are the ghosts assigned to follow
Your every move we know
Have no feelings, we are hollow
Going wherever you may go
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Ominous! Nicely written - Anneliese
Haunting, no pun intended. Every regret from the past, every fear for the future, every doubt we entertain. This one may stick with me for awhile. Cadence, like the drumbeat of a "Tell-Tale Heart". Extremely well-written.
Yes! Very cool! 😊💕