Butterfly Ripples

Deadicated to You

To the ghosts,

this is deadicated

to you.

I know

that you are restless

and hungry

for something More

in this hazy, half-dead world

so I have deadicated this

to you.

I hear

your voices when

I’m trying to sleep,

malicious words

Invade my brain

desires for revenge

and a second chance

so I deadicated this

to you.

And sometimes

I see dreadful visions

that play over and over

like a silent film,

there is no noise

but no noise need accompany

this Sight.

And so to my ghosts,

and all the ghosts:

I’ve deadicated this

to you.