My ghosts reside on the inside of my eyelids.
When I awake
the phantoms peel back
and hide in the depths of my sockets.
I endure the day with hidden ghosts –
catching only glimpses
when I blink –
one second at a time.
I see this way till the night arrives
and my eyes close once again.
The spirits are inescapable from my vision –
they stand with hands on hips,
planted in the foreground
of my watchful slumb’ring mind.
