Ghosts in the Night

September 2, 2017Ghosts, Life, love, poem, PoetryGhosts, Life, Marriage, night, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Duvet deep, traitor mind fishing worries
What if, why, random fears and wretchedness
Ghosts of the day parade
Surf past on a sickening tide, clasp at my heart
Until your warm arms exorcise

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Wezzlehead says:

September 2, 2017 at 3:00 pm

Great stuff, Kim!

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1. The Cheesesellers Wife says:
  
  September 29, 2017 at 4:43 pm
  
  Thank you.
  
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Mr. Militant Negro says:

September 2, 2017 at 4:56 pm

Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

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