A Spectral Existence

… my dreams…

The wind barely sweeps o’er the grass
And only slightly ripples the puddles
Moonlight slouches out from behind the clouds
As I drift through the yard unseen

Darkness holds the earth
Daylight memories of this place break in
Like bursts of static
Only to be swallowed up by the night

And lonely I am as only one can be
Whose dreams pull him back to the scene
Of his biggest mistakes, his secret sorrows
Turned now into
An almost-silent movie

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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