Sometimes, I hear a ghost stalking
At the seams of my vision,
You'd anticipate my mind walking
Through layers of illusion
He does wobble as he whispers
Clutching at rugged crutches
Adhering me rough with weathered blisters
Induced by his cold touches
Believe, I know you doubt me,
Your parents said doubt you should
The illusive things you've sworn to see
And feared since early childhood
Their nature was to protect you
Since you're here, it seems they did
I reflected reasons to construe
Why they didn't seem so candid
If you knew of their true humour
The familiar fleeting figure
Would become deeper than mere rumour
And forever by you linger
You're always being watched as such
They love it in the shadow
Encouraging you grow out of touch
Peering through your own soul's window.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
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